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CAMP-MEETING   HYMNS, 


OLD    AND    NEW. 


Set  to  JHttsir. 


SELECTED  BY  G.  W.  HEXRY, 

AUTHOR    OF     "EGYPT,     TWILIGHT,     AN'B     £ETJLAH.'* 


And  he  hath  put  a  new  song  in  ray  mouth. — Psa.  xl,  8. 


AUBURN : 

WILLIAM   J.    MOSES 
1855. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE   LIFE   OF   A    CHRISTIAN". 

A  mixture  of  joy  and  trouble  I  daily  do  pass  through, 
Sometimes  I'm  in  a  valley  sinking  down  with  woe ; 
Sometimes  I  am  exalted,  on  eagle's  wings  I  fly, 
I  rise  above  old  Pisgah,  and  almost  reach  the  sky. 

Sometimes  I  am  a  doubting,  and  think  I  have  no 

grace ; 
Sometimes  I  am  a  shouting,  and  Bethel  is  the  place ; 
Sometimes  my  hope 's  so  little  I  think  I'll  throw  it  by ; 
Sometimes  it  is  sufficient,  if  I  were  call'd  to  die. 

Sometimes  I  shun  the  Christian,  for  fear  he'll  talk  to 

me; 
Sometimes  he  is  the  neighbour  I  long  the  most  to 

see ; 
Sometimes  we  meet  together,  the  season's  dry  and 

dull ; 
Sometimes  we  find  a  blessing,  with  joy  it  fills  my  souL 

Sometimes  I  am  oppress'd  by  Pharaoh's  cruel  hand ; 

Sometimes  I  look  o'er  Jordan,  and  view  the  prom- 
ised land ; 

Sometimes  I  am  in  darkness,  sometimes  I'm  in  the 
light; 

Sometimes  my  soul  takes  wings  of  faith,  and  then  I 
speed  my  flight. 

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4  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Sometimes  I  go  a  mourning  down  Babylon's  cold 

stream  ; 
Sometimes  my  Lord's  religion  appears  to  be  my 

theme ; 
Sometimes  when  I  am  praying,  it  seems  almost  a 

task ; 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing,  the  greatest  I  can  ask. 

Sometimes  I  read  my  Bible,  and  'tis  a  sealed  book; 
Sometimes  I  find  a  blessing  wherever  I  do  look ; 
Sometimes  I  go  to  meeting,  and  wish  myself  at 

home ; 
Sometimes  I  meet  my  Jesus,  and  then  I'm  glad  I 

come. 

Lord,  why  am  I  thus  tossed,  thus  tossed  to  and  fro  ? 
Why  are  my  hopes  thus  crossed  wherever  I  do  go  ? 
O  Lord,  thou  never  changest,  but 't  is  because  I  stray ; 
Lord,  grant  me  thine  assistance,  and  keep  me  in  thy 
way. 

» 

THE  MEAL  AND  CRUSE  OF  OIL. 

By  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 

Elijah  was  sustain'd  ; 
Though  small  the  stock,  it  lasted  well, 

For  God  the  store  maintain'd. 

It  seem'd  as  if  from  day  to  day, 

They  were  to  eat  and  die ; 
But  still,  though  in  a  secret  way, 

He  sent  a  fresh  supply. 

Thus  to  his  poor  he  still  will  give 

Jus!  for  the  present  hour ; 
But,  for  to-morrow,  they  must  live 

Upon  his  word  and  power. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

No  barn  or  storehouse  they  possess 
On  which  they  can  depend, 

Yet  have  no  cause  to  fear  distress, 
For  Jesus  is  their  friend. 

Then  let  not  doubts  your  mind  assail; 

Kemember,  God  has  said, 
"  The  cruse  and  barrel  shall  not  fail, 

My  people  shall  be  fed." 

And  thus,  though  faint  it  often  seems, 
He  keeps  their  grace  alive ; 

Supplied  by  his  refreshing  streams, 
Their  dying  hopes  revive. 

Though  in  ourselves  we  have  no  stock, 

The  Lord  is  nigh  to  save ; 
His  door  fiies  open  *when  we  knock, 

And  'tis  but  ask  and  have. 


A  BRIEF   DESCRIPTION  OF  THE   CHILDREN  OF 
GOD,  IN  A  DIALOGUE. 

What  poor  despised  company 

Of  travellers  are  these, 
That  walk  in  yonder  narrow  way, 

Along  that  rugged  maze  ? 

Ah  !  these  are  of  a  royal  line, 

All  children  of  a  King  ; 
Heirs  of  immortal  crowns  divine, 

And  lo  !  for  joy  they  sing. 

Why  do  they  then  appear  sormean, 
And  why  so  much  despised  ? 

Because  of  their  rich  robes  unseen 
The  world  is  not  apprised. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

But  some  of  them  seem  poor,  distressed, 

And  lacking  daily  bread ; 
Ah !  they  're  of  boundless  wealth  possess^ 

With  hidden  manna  fed. 

But  why  keep  they  that  narrow  road, 

That  rugged  thorny  maze  ? 
"Why  that's  the  way  their  Leader  trod— *- 

They  love  and  keep  His  ways. 

Why  must  they  shun  the  pleasant  path 
That  worldlings  love  so  well  ? 

Because  that  is  the  road  to  death, 
The  open  road  to  hell. 

What !   is  there  then  no  other  road, 

To  Salem's  happy  ground  ? 
Christ  is  the  only  way  to  God — 

None  other  can  be  found. 


A   WARNING  TO   SINNERS. 

When  pity  prompts  me  to  look  round 

Upon  this  fellow  clay, 
See  men  reject  the  gospel  sound, 

Good  God !  what  shall  I  say  ? 

My  bowels  yearn  for  dying  men, 

Doom'd  to  eternal  woe ; 
Fain  would  I  speak,  but  'tis  in  vain, 

If  God  does  not  speak  too. 

O  !  sinners,  sinners,  won't  you  hear, 
When  in  God's  name  I  come  ? 

Upon  your  peril  do  n't  forbear, 
Lest  hell  should  be  your  doom. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Now  is  the  time,  the  accepted  hour, 

O  !  sinners,  come  away  ; 
The  Saviour  's  knocking  at  your  door, 

Arise,  without  delay. 

O  !  do  n't  refuse  to  give  him  room, 
Lest  mercy  should  withdraw ; 

He  '11  then  in  robes  of  vengeance  come, 
To  execute  his  law. 

Then  where,  poor  mortals,  will  you  be, 

If  destitute  of  grace, 
When  you  your  injured  Judge  shall  see, 

And  stand  before  his  face  ? 

O  !  could  you  shun  that  dreadful  sight, 

How  would  you  wish  to  fly 
To  the  dark  shades  of  endless  night, 

From  that  all-searching  eye  ? 

But  death  and  hell  must  all  appear, 
And  you  among  them  stand, 

Before  the  great  impartial  bar, 
Arraign 'd  at  Christ's  left  hand. 

No  yearning  bowels — pity  then 

Shall  not  affect  my  heart ; 
No,  I  shall  surely  say  Amen 

When  Christ  bids  you  depart 

Let  not  these  warnings  be  in  vain, 

But  lend  a  list'ning  ear, 
Lest  you  should  meet  them  all  again 

When  wrapt  in  keen  despair. 


SPIRITUAL    SCtfTGS. 

SAW  YE   MY  SAVIOUR? 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour  ?  Saw  ye  my  Saviour  ? 
Saw  ye  my  Saviour  and  God  ? 
O  !  he  died  on  Calvary, 
To  atone  for  you  and  me, 
And  to  purchase  our  pardon  with  blood. 

He  was  extended  !  he  was  extended ! 
Painfully  nailed  to  the  cross ; 

O !  he  bow'd  his  head  and  died ! 

Thus  my  Lord  was  crucified,  . 
To  atone  for  a  world  that  was  lost. 

Jesus  hung  bleeding  !  Jesus  hung  bleeding  ! 

Three  dreadful  hours  in  pain ; 
And  the  solid  rocks  were  rent 
Through  creation's  vast  extent, 

When  the  Jews  crucified  God's  dear  Son. 

Darkness  prevailed  !  darkness  prevailed  ! 
Darkness  prevail'd  o'er  the  land ; 

And  the  sun  refused  to  shine, 

When  His  Majesty  divine 
Was  derided,  insulted,  and  slain. 

When  it  was  finish 'd — when  it  was  finish'd, 

And  the  atonement  was  made, 
He  was  taken  by  the  great, 
And  embalmrd  with_  spices  sweet, 

And  in  a  new  sepulchre  was  laid. 

nail,  mighty  Saviour !  hail,  mighty  Saviour  ! 

The  Prince  and  Author  of  Peace  ! 
O  !  he  burst  the  bands  of  death, 
And  triumphant  from  the  earth 

He  ascended  to  mansions  of  bliss. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

There  interceding — there  interceding ! 
Pleading  that  sinners  may  live — 

Crying,  "  Father,  I  have  died  ! 

O,  behold  my  hands,  .my  side  ! 
O,  forgive  them,  I  pray  thee,  forgive." 

u  I  will  forgive  them  ! '  I  will  forgive  them  ! 
If  they  '11  repent  and  believe  ; 

Let  them  now  come  unto  thee, 

And  be  reconciled  to  me, 
And  salvation  they  all  shall  receive." 


SCEPTIC,  SPARE  THAT  BOOK ! 

Sceptic,  spare  that  Book ! 

Touch  not  a  single  leaf! 
Nor  on  its  pages  look 

With  eye  of  unbelief ;  * 

'T  was  my  forefathers'  stay 

In  the  hour  of  agony  ; 
Sceptic,  go  thy  way, 

And  lqt  that  old  Book  be ! 

That  good  old  Book  of  Life. 

For  centuries  has  stood 
Unharm'd,  amid  the  strife, 

When  the  earth  was  drunk  with  blood : 
And  wouldst  thou  harm  it  now, 

And  have  its  truths  forgot  ? 
Sceptic,  forbear  thy  blow, 

Thy  hand  shall  harm  it  not ! 

Its  very  name  recalls 

The  happy  hours  of  youth, 
When,  in  my  grandsire's  halls, 

I  heard  its  tales  of  truth  : 


10  8PIRITUAL   SONGS. 

I  Ve  seen  Ms  white  hair  flow 
O'er  that  volume  as  he  read ; 

But  that  was  long  ago, 

And  the  good  old  man  is  dead. 

My  dear  grandmother,  too, 

When  I  was  but  a  boy — 
I  've  seen  her  eye  of  blue 

Weep  o'er  it  tears  of  joy  ; 
Their  traces  linger  still, 

And  dear  they  are  to  me : 
Sceptic,  forego  thy  will ; 

Go,  let  that  old  Book  be ! 


THE    GOSPEL    STEAMER. 

I  received  a  gospel  letter, 

From  glory  lately  come, 
That  my  passage  over  Jordan 

Was  purchased  by  the  Lamb.      

Chorus.^ — Yes,  we'll  land  on  Canaan's  shore ; 
O,  he  '11  land  us  on  the  shore  ; 
Yes,  we  '11  land  on  Canaan's  shore, 
And  be  safe  forever  more. 

I  step'd  on  board  the  steamer    - 

Constructed  by  the  Lord — 
Prepared  to  sail  that  very  day 

He  spill'd  his  precious  blood : 

Her  bulwarks  are  of  love  divine — 

My  Saviour  is  the  door ; 
Our  garments  are  of  linen  fine, 

Both  lovely,  white  and  pure. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  11 

Against  both  wind  and  weather 
This  glorious  steamboat  sails — 

The  Holy  Spirit  driveth  her 
With  sweet  and  pleasant  gales. 

O,  we^have  a  band  of  music, 

That  charmeth  us  along — 
This  tune  we  play  along  the  way, 

"  Come,  sinners,  join  the  song." 

Ttook  my  gospel  telescope 

To  view  the  promised  land — 
On  the  other  side  of  Jordan 

I  saw  the  precious  Lamb. 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 

I  had  Jesus  in  my  view — 
But  now  I  have  him  in  my  heart, 

And  glory  I  '11  pursue. 

And  when  we  reach  that  happy  land 

All  heaven  will  rejoice  ; 
For  the  lovely  name  of  Jesus 

Shall  sound  from  every  voice. 

We'll  stand  upon  the  sea  of  glass, 

All  mingled  too  with  fire — 
And  there  we'll  all  shout  victory, 

And  join  the  heavenly  choir. 


CHRIST  IN   THE   GARDEN". 

Wcen  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest, 
And  the  sun's  fading  beams  shone  dim  in  the  west, 
O'er  fields,  by  the  moonlight,  to  a  lonely  glade, 
In  deep  meditation  I  wandering  stray'd. 


12  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

While  passing  a  garden  a  sound  struck  my  ear,  ■ 
A  voice  faint  and  falt'ring  from  one  that  was  near ; 
The  voice  of  a  mourner  affected  my  heart, 
One  pleading  in  anguish  the  poor  sinner's  part. 

In  off 'ring  to  Heaven  his  agonized  prayer, 
He  spoke  of  the  torments  the  sinner  must  bear ; 
His  life,  as  a  ransom,  he  offer'd  to  give, 
That  sinners,  redeem'd,  in  glory  might  live. 

I  listen'd  a  moment,  then  turnld  to  see 
What  Man  of  Compassion  this  stranger  could  be ; 
When,  lo  !  I  discover'd,  knelt  on  the  cold  earth, 
The  loveliest  being  that  ever  had  birth. 

His  mantle  was  wet  with  the  dews  of  the  night, 
His  locks,  by  the  moonlight,  were  glist'ning  and 

bright ; 
His  tear-bedimm'd  eyes  towards  heaven  were  raised, 
While  angels,  in  wonder,  stood  round  him  amazed. 

So  deep  was  his  sorrow,  so  fervent  he  pray'd, 
That  blood  from  each  pore  with  sweat  mingled  and 

stray'd  : 
I  wept  to  behold  him,  and  ask'd  him  his  name  ; 
He  answer'd,  "  'T  is  Jesus  ! — from  heaven  I  came. 

"  I  am  thy  Redeemer — for  thee  I  must  die : 
The  cup  is  most  painful,  but  cannot  pass  by ; 
Thy  sins  like  a  mountain  are  laid  upon  me, 
And  all  this  deep  anguish  I  suffer  for  thee !" 

I  heard  with  attention  the  tale  of  his  woe, 
While  tears  like  a  fountain  of  waters  did  flow ; 
The  cause  of  his  sorrow,  to  hear  him  repeat, 
Affected  my  heart,  and  I  fell  at  his  feet 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  13 

I  trembled  with  terror,  and  loudly  did  cry, 
"  Lord  !  save  a  poor  sinner  ? — O  save,  or  I  die  !" 
He  cast  his  eyes  on  me,  and  whispered,  "  Live ! 
Thy  sins  which  are  many  I  freely  forgive !" 

How  sweet  was  that  moment  he  bade  me  rejoice  ! 
His  smiles,  O  how  pleasant !  how  cheering  his  voice ! 
I  fled  from  the  garden  to  spread  it  abroad ; 
I  shouted  "  Salvation  ! — O  glory  to  God  !" 

I  'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above, 
My  soul 's  full  of  glory,  of  peace,  light  and  love  ; 
I  think  of  the  garden,  the  prayer  and  the  tears 
Of  that  loving  stranger  who  banish'd  my  fears. 

The  day  of  bright  glory  is  rolling  around, 
When  Gabriel  descending,  the  trumpet  shall  sound — ■ 
My  soul  then  in  raptures  of  glory  will  rise 
To  gaze  on  the  stranger  with  unclouded  eyes. 


CHRIST'S  CRUCIFIXION. 

The  Son  of  Man  they  did  betray, 
He  was  condemned  and  led  away  ! 
Think,  O  my* soul,  on  that  dread  day — 

Look  on  Mount  Calvary  ! 
Behold  him,  lamb-like,  led  along, 
Surrounded  by  a  wicked  throng, 
Accused  by  each  lying  tongue, 
As  then  the  Lamb  of  God  they  hung 

Upon  the  shameful  tree  ! 

'Twas  thus  the  glorious  suff'rer  stood, 
With  hands  and  feet  nail'd  to  the  wood ; 
From  ev'ry  wound  a  stream  of  blood 
Came  flowing  down  amain  : 


14  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

His  bitter  groans  all  nature  shook, 
And  at  his  voice  the  rocks  were  broke, 
The  sleeping  saints  their  graves  forsook, 
While  spiteful  Jews  around  him  mock'd 
And  laughed  at  his  pain. 

Now,  hung  between  the  earth  and  skies, 

Behold  !  in  agony  he  dies  ! 

O,  sinners,  hear  his  mournful  cries, 

See  his  tormenting  pains  ! 
The  morning  sun  withdrew  his  light, 
Blush'd,  and  refused  to  view  the  sight ; 
The  azure  clothed  in  robes  of  night, 
All  nature  mourn'd,  and  stood  affright, 

When  Christ  the  Lord  was  slain. 

Hark  !  men  and  angels,  hear  the  Son  ! 
He  cries  for  help — but  O,  there  's  none ; 
He  treads  the  wine-press  all  alone, 

His  garments  stain'd  with  blood  : 
In  lamentation  hear  him  cry 
"  Eloi,  lama  sabachthani !" 
Though  death  may  close  his  languid  eyes, 
He  soon  will  mount  up  to  the  skies, 

The  conq'ring  Son  of  God. 

The  Jews  and  Romans,  in  a  band, 
With  hearts  like  steel,  around  him  stand, 
•And  mocking,  say,  fi  Come,  save  the  land ; 

Come,  try  thyself  to  free !" 
A  soldier  pierced  him  when  he  died, 
Then  healing  streams  came  from  his  side — 
And  thus  our  Lord  was  crucified ; 
Stern  justice  then  was  satisfied, 

Sinner,  for  you  and  me  ! 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  15 

Behold,  he  mounts  the  throne  of  state, 
He  fills  the  mediatorial  seat, 
While  millions,  bowing  at  his  feet, 

In  loud  hosannas  tell 
How  he  endured  exquisite  pains, 
And  led  the  monster  death  in  chains  ; 
While  seraphs  raise  their  loudest  strains, 
With  music  fill  bright  Eden's  plains — 

Christ  conquered  death  and  hell. 

T  is  done  !  the  dreadful  debt  is  paid — 
The  great  atonement  now  is  made  ! 
Sinners,  on  him  your  guilt  was  laid, 

For  you  he  spilt  his  blood : 
For  you  his  tender  soul  did  move, 
For  you  he  left  the  courts  above, 
That  you  the  length  and  breadth  might  prove, 
The  height  and  depth  of  perfect  love, 

In  Christ,  your  smiling  God. 

All  glory  be  to  God  on  high, 

Who  reigns  enthroned  above  the  sky, 

Who  sent  his  Son  to  bleed  and  die — 

Glory  to  him  be  given  ! 
While  heaven  above  his  praise  resounds, 
O  Zion,  sing,  his  grace  abounds : 
And  there  we  '11  shout  eternal  rounds, 
In  glowing  love  that  knows  no  bounds, 

When  carried  up  to  heaven. 


THE  HEAVENLY  PILGRIM. 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 

ThroT  which  pilgrims  make  their  way- 
Yet,  beyond  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  day ; 


16  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Fiends,  loud  howling  through  the  desert, 
Make  them  tremble  as  they  go, 

And  the  fiery  darts  of  Satan 
Often  bring  their  courage  low. 

O,  young  soldiers,  are  you  weary 

Of  the  roughness  of  the  way  ? 
Does  your  strength  begin  to  fail  you, 

And  your  vigour  to  decay  ? 
Jesus,  Jesus,  will  go  with  you, 

He  will  lead  you  to  his  throne — 
He  who  dyed  his  garments  for  you, 

And  the  wine-press  trod  alone  ; 

He,  whose  thunder  shakes  creation, 

He  who  bicl^  the  planets  roll ; 
He  who  rides  upon  the  tempest, 

And  whose  sceptre  sways  the  whole  : 
Round  him  are  ten  thousand  angels, 

Ready  to  obey  command  ; 
They  are  always  hov'ring  round  you, 

Till  you  reach  the  heavenly  land. 

There,  on  flow'ry  hills  of  pleasure, 

Lie  the  fields  of  endless  rest ; 
Love,  and  joy,  and  peace,  forever 

Reign  and  triumph  in  the  breast ; 
Who  can  paint  the  scenes  of  glory, 

Where  the  ransom'd  dwell  on  high  ? 
There,  on  golden  haups,  forever 

Sound  redemption  through  the  sky  ! 

There,  a  million  flaming  seraphs 
Fly  across  the  heavenly  plain — 

As  they  sing  immortal  praises, 
Glory,  glory,  is  their  strain  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  17 

But,  methinks,  a  sweeter  concert 
Makes  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

And  a  song  is  heard  in  Zion 
Which  the  angels  cannot  sing. 

O,  their  crowns,  how  bright  they  sparkle ! 

Such  as  monarchs  never  wore  ; 
They  are  gone  to  richer  pastures — 

Jesus  is  their  Shepherd  there  : 
Hail,  ye  happy,  happy  spirits ! 

Death  no  more  shall  make  you  fear ; 
Grief  nor  sorrow,  pain  nor  anguish, 

Shall  no  more  distress  you  there. 


The  weary  at  rest. 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us,  and  thy  saintly 

soul  is  flown 
Where  tears  are  wiped  from  every  eye,  and  sorrow 

is  unknown  ; 
From  the  burden  of  the  flesh,  and  from  care  and 

fear  released, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  are  at  rest. . 

The  toilsome  way  thou'st  travell'd  o'er,  and  borne 
the  heavy  load, 

But  Christ  hath  taught  thy  languid  feet  to  reach 
his  blest  abode ; 

Thou'rt  sleeping  now,  like  Lazarus,  upon  our  Fa- 
ther's breast, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 


18  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Sin  can  never  taint  thee  more,  nor  doubt  thy  faith 

assail, 
-Nor  thy  rneek  trust  in  Jesus  Christ  and  the  Holy 

Spirit  fail ; 
And  there  thou  'rt  sure  to  meet  the  good,  whom  on 

earth  thou  lovedst  best, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  are  at  rest. 

"  Earth  to  earth,"  and  "  dust  to  dust,"  the  man  of 
God  hath  said, 

So  we  lay  the  turf  above  thee  now,  and  seal  thy 
narrow  bed  ; 

But  thy  spirit,  brother,  soars  away  among  the  faith- 
ful blest, 

Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 
weary  are  at  rest. 

And  when  the  Lord  shall  summon  us,  whom  thou 

hast  left  behind, 
May  we,  untainted  by  the  world,  as  sure  a  welcome 

find! 
May  each,  like  thee,  depart  in  peace,  to  be  a  glorious 

guest, 
Where  the  wicked  cease  from  troubling,  and  the 

weary  are  at  rest  I 


HERE  IS  A  BAND  OF  BRETHREN  DEAR. 

Here  is  a  band  of  brethren  dear — 
I  will  be  in  this  band,  hallelujah ; 

Their  leader  tells  them  not  to  fear — 
I  will  be  in  this  band,  hallelujah  ; 
I  will  be  in  this  band,  hallelujah. 

As  I  was  walking  out  one  day, 

And  thinking  about  this  good  old  way, 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  19 

There  was  a  voice  which  reached  my  soul : 
"  Fear  not ;  I  make  the  wounded  whole." 

My  dungeon  shook,  my  chains  fell  off — 
My  soul,  unfettered,  went  aloft. 

I  little  thought  he  was  so  nigh — 

He  spoke  and  made  me  laugh  and  cry. 

Now,  bless  the  Lord !  for  I  can  tell, 
That  Jesus  has  done  all  things  well. 

O,  shout  on,  children  !  shout,  ye  're  free  1 
For  Christ  has  bought  your  liberty ! 

0,  bless  the  Lord  !  we  need  not  fear, 
Nor  o'er  our  trials  shed  a  tear. 


MARCH   AROUND   JERUSALEM. 

• 
My  brother,  will  you  meet  me 

On  that  delightful  shore  ? 
My  brother,  will  you  meet  me 

Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

CnoRUS. — Then  we  '11  march  around  Jerusalem, 
Yfe  '11  march  around  Jerusalem, 
We  '11  march  around  Jerusalem, 
When  we  arrive  at  home. 

0  sister,  will  you  meet  me 

On  that  delightful  shore  ? 
O  sister,  will  you  meet  me 

Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

O  leader,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  f 
24 


20  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

O  leader,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ! 

O  preacher,  will  you  meet  mo 

On  that  delightful  shore  ? 
O  preacher,  will  you  meet  me 
%  Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

O  classmate,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  ? 

O  classmate,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

Young  convert,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  ? 

Young  convert,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

O  mourner,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  ? 

O  mourner,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

Backslider,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  ? 

Backslider,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

O  sinner,  will  you  meet  me 
On  that  delightful  shore  ? 

O  sinner,  will  you  meet  me 
Where  parting  is  no  more  ? 

Yes,  bless  the  Lord !  I  '11  meet  you 
On  that  delightful  shore ; 

Yes,  bless  the  Lord  !  131  meet  you 
Where  parting  is  no  more. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  21 


DIES  IRA. 

The  following  is  an  excellent  translation  of  a  Latin  poem,  which 
has  received  the  enthusiastic  encomiums  of  Goethe,  Dr.  Johnson, 
Sir  "Walter  Scott,  and  other  distinguished  men.  It  is  said  that  Dr. 
Johnson  always  wept  in  reading  the  tenth  stanza.  The  Earl  of 
Roscommon  expired  with  the  seventeenth  verse  upon  his  lips.  The 
original  was  written  by  a  monk,  in  the  thirteenth  century.  We 
find  the  translation  in  the  Newark  Daily  Advertiser. 

I. 

Day  of  wrath,  that  day  of  burning 
All  shall  melt,  to  ashes  turning, 
As  foretold  by  seers  discerning. 

ii. 

O  what  fear  shall  it  engender, 

When  the  Judge  shall  q^me  in  splendour, 

Strict  to  mark,  and  just  to  render  ! 

in. 
Trumpet  scattering  sounds  of  wonder, 
Rending  sepulchres  asunder, 
Shall  resistless  summons  thunder. 

IV. 

All  aghast  then  Death  shall  shiver, 
And  great  Nature's  frame  shall  quiver, 
When  the  graves  their  dead  deliver. 

v. 
Book  where  ev'ry  act's  recorded, 
All  events  all  time  afforded, 
Shall  be  brought,  and  dooms  awarded. 

VI. 

When  shall  sit  the  Judge  unerring, 
He'll  unfold  all  here  occurring, 
No  just  vengeance  then  deferring. 


22  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

VII. 

What  shall  /  say  that  time  pending  ? 
Ask  what  Advocate's  befriending, 
When  the  just  man  needs  defending  ? 

VIII. 

King  Almighty  and  All-knowing, 
Grace  to  sinners  freely  showing, 
Save  me,  Fount  of  good  o'erflowing. 

IX. 

Think,  O  Jesus,  for  what  reason 

Thou  endur'dst  earth's  spite  and  treason, 

Nor  me  lose  in  that  dread  season. 

x. 

Seeking  me  thy  worn  feet  hasted, 
On  the  cros^thy  soul  death  tasted  ; 
Let  such  labour  not  be  wasted. 

XI. 

Righteous  Judge  of  retribution, 
Grant  me  perfect  absolution, 
Ere  that  day  of  execution. 

XII. 

Culprit-like,  I — heart  all  broken, 

On  my  cheek  shame's  crimson  token — 

Plead  the  pard'ning  word  be  spoken, 

XIII. 

Thou  who  Mary  gav'st  remission, 
Heardst  the  dying  thief's  petition, 
Cheer'dst  with  hope  my  lost  condition. 

xiv. 
Though  my  prayers  do  nothing  merit, 
What  is  needful,  thou  confer  it — 
Lest  I  endless  fire  inherit. 


8PIRITUAL    SONGS.  23 

XV. 

Mid  the  sheep  a  place  decide  me, 
And  from  goats  on  left  divide  me, 
Standing  on  the  right  beside  thee. 

XVI. 

When  th'  accurs'd  away  are  driven, 

To  eternal  burnings  given, 

Call  me  with  the  bless'd  to  heaven. 

XVII. 

I  beseech  thee,  prostrate  lying, 
Heart  as  ashes  contrite,  sighing, 
Care  for  me  when  I  am  dying. 

XVIII. 

On  that  awful  day  of  wailing, 
Human  destinies  unveiling, 
When  man  rising,  stands  before  thee, 
Spare  the  culprit,  God  of  glory  ! 


we;ve  found  the  rock. 

We  've  found  the  rock,  the  travelers  cried — 

O  halle,  hallelujah ! 
The  stone  that  all  the  prophets  tried — 

O  halle,  hallelujah  ! 
Come,  children,  drink  the  balmy  dew — 

O  halle,  hallelujah ! 
'T  was  Christ  that  shed  his  blood  for  you — 

O  halle,  hallelujah!. 

This  costly  mixture  cures  the  soul 
Which  sin  and  guilt  hath  made  so  foul ; 
O  that  you  would  believe  in  God, 
And  wash  in  Christ's  most  precious  blood  1 


24  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

0  hearken,  children,  Christ  is  come, 
The  bride  is  ready,  let  us  run  ; 

1  'm  glad  I  ever  saw  the  day 

That  we  might  meet  to  praise  and  pray. 

There 's  glory,  glory,  in  my  soul — 
Come,  mourner,  feel  the  current  roll ; 
Welcome,  dear  friends — it's  felt  to-night, 
It  shines  around  with  dazzling  light. 

And  in  this  light  we  'II  soar  away, 
Where  there 's  no  night  but  open  day ; 
0  children,  children,  bear  the  cross, 
And  count  the  world  below  as  dross. 

We  '11  bear  the  cross,  and  wear  the  crown, 
And  by  our  Father's  side  sit  down ; 
His  grace  will  feed  our  hungry  souls, 
While  love  divine  eternal  rolls. 

His  fiery  chariots  make  their  way, 
To  welcome  us  to  endless  c^ay ; 
There  glitt'ring  millions  we  shall  join, 
To  praise  the  Prince  of  David's  line. 


THE   CHRISTIAN'S   FAREWELL.  . 

Adieu  !  adieu !  I  'm  dying  now, 
A  death-like  chill  is  on  my  brow ; 
My  hands  are  cold,  my  heart  beats  fast, 
Soon,  soon,  I  '11  reach  that  heavenly  rest. 

Chorus. — This  world  is  not  my  home, 
This  world  is  not  my  home  ; 
This  world  is  all  a  wilderness, 
This  world  is  not  my  home. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  25 

Sisters,  why  weep  ye  ?  dry  your  tears ; 
Death  to  me  now  has  lost  its  fears  ; 
•I  long  to  gain  th'  eternal  shore, 
Where  there  is  joy  forever  more. 

Sisters,  when  spring  returns  in  bloom, 

0  place  my  flowers  upon  my  tomb ; 
And  then,  at  vesper  hours  so  sweet, 
Our  souls  in  unison  will  meet. 

Brother,  I  'm  dying:  let  me  go 
From  this  vain  world  of  guilt  and  woe  ; 
Come  nearer  to  my  side,  loved  one — 
My  eyes  grow  dim,  my  race  is  run. 

Leave  thy  loud  sobs,  O  dry  thy  tears, 
Dispel,  dispel,  those  gloomy  fears  ; 

1  'm  going  to  join  the  host  on  high, 
"Where  pleasures  never,  never  die. 

Mother  and  father,  nearer  come, 
I  can  but  speak  in  whisper-tone ; 
O  let  me  kiss  your  cheeks  once  more, 
Then  say  Farewell  forever  more. 

Bright  angels  now  are  hov'ring  round, 
They  do  my  humble  bed  surround  : 
And  is  this  death  ?   O  glorious  boon  ! 
Thank  Heaven  that  we  may  die  so  soon. 

Brother  and  sisters,  nearer  come, 
Father  and  mother,  one  by  one  ; 
O  let  me  gaze  on  all  once  more, 
Then  spread  my  wings  for  Canaan's  shore. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

THE  CHRISTIAN'S  SONG. 

O,  brethren,  I  have  found 
A  land  that  doth  abound 

In  fruits  as  sweet  as  honey ; 
The  more  I  eat,  I  find, 
The  more  I  am  inclined 

To  sing  and  shout  hosanna ! 

Chorus. — My  soul  doth  long  to  go 
Where  I  may  fully  know 

The  glories  of  my  Saviour ; 
And  as  I  pass  along 
I  '11  sing  the  Christian's  song, 
I  hope  to  live  forever. 

Perhaps  you  think  me  wild, 
Or  simple  as  a  child, — 

I  am  a  child  of  glory  ; 
I  am  born  from  above, 
My  soul  is  fill'd  with  love, 

I  love  to  tell  the  story. 

Chorus. — My  soul  now  sits  and  sings, 
And  practises  her  wings, 

And  contemplates  the  hour 
When  the  messenger  shall  say, 
"  Come,  quit  this  house  of  clay, 
And  with  bright  angels  tower." 


THE  DYING  GIRL  TO  HER  SISTER. 

The  dream  is  past — I  'm  dying  now, 
There  is  a  dampness  on  my  brow ; 
The  pang  is  o'er — without  a  sigh 
I  '11  pass  away,  and  sweetly  die. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  27 

But  0  !  that  pang  cost  many  a  sigh, 
'T  was  hard  to  part  with  friends  so  dear ; 
But  that  is  past,  I  '11  weep  no  more, 
With  me  the  dream  of  life  is  o'er. 

And  now,  sweet  sister,  nearer  come, 
And  tell  me  of  that  happy  home : 
Shall  I  its  pearly  gates  behold, 
Its  streets  all  paved  with  burnish'd  gold  ? 

And  in  that  clime  so  strangely  fair, 
Say,  shall  I  feel  a  stranger  there  ? 
Or,  will  their  harp-strings  sweetly  blend  ? 
To  welcome  me,  a  child  and  friend  ? 

But  softly,  sister,  softly  speak, 
And  stay  those  tears  upon  thy  cheek ; 
Weep  not  for  me,  O  do  not  pain, 
I  would  not  wake  to  earth  again. 

Thy  hand,  so  often  clasp'd  of  old, 

Thy  soft  warm  hand  for  mine  grows  cold  ; 

And  now,  dear  sister,  let  me  rest 

My  wearied  head  upon  thy  breast ; 

And  fold  thy  arms  about  my  form, 

It  shivers  'neath  Death's  dark  cold  storm  ; 

But  sing  me,  sister,  ere  I  go, 

Our  song,  our  childhood  song  you  know  ; 

And  let  its  gentle  numbers  flow, 

As  last  you  sung,  soft,  sweet,  and  low ; 

And  when  its  last  faint  echoes  die, 

And  the  bright  tears  steal  from  thine  eye, 

I  shall  not  heed  them  as  they  stray, 

I  si; all  be  gone,  far,  far  away. 

Then,  dearest  sister,  rare-you-well, 

I  'm  going  to  heaven,  with  Christ  to  dwell. 


28  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE   OLD   OAK-TREE. 


Woodman,  spare  that  tree  ! 

Touch  not  a  single  bough ; 
In  youth  it  shelter'd  rue, 

And  I  '11  protect  it  now. 
'T  was  my  forefather's  hand 

That  placed  it  near  his  cot ; 
While  I  've  a  hand  to  save, 

Thine  axe  shall  harm  it  not. 

That  old  familiar  tree, 

Whose  glory  and  renown 
Has  spread  o'er  land  and  sea, 

And  wouldst  thou  hack  it  down  ? 
Woodman,  thy  stroke  forbear, 

Cut  not  its  earth-bound  tie  ; 
O  spare  the  aged  oak, 

Now  towering  to  the  sky. 

When  but  an  idle  boy, 

I  sought  its  grateful  shade ; 
In  all  their  gushing  joy, 

Here,  too,  my  sisters  play'd  ; 
My  mother  kiss'd  me  here, 

My  father  press'd  my  hand : 
Forgive  this  foolish  tear, 

But  let  the^old  oak  stand. 

My  heart-strings  round  thee  cling, 

Close  as  thy  bark,  old  friend — 
Here  shall  the  wild  birds  sing, 

And  still  thy  branches  bend ; 
Old  oak,  the  storm  still  brave ; 

Then,  woodman,  leave  the  sj)ot — 
While  I  've  an  arm  to  save, 

Thy  axe  shall  harm  it  not 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  29 

THE    SLAVE'S    APPEAL. 
Air — From  Greenland's  Icy  Mountains. 

O  God,  thou  great  Creator, 

Whose  love  all  hearts  shall  own,  • 

Be  thou  my  Mediator, 

I  '11  bow  before  thy  throne-; 
My  master's  heart,  how  icy, 

O  warm  it  with  thy  love ! 
Tell  him  thy  power  is  mighty, 

And  point  to  life  above. 

He  smiles  when  I  am  writhing 

With  agony  and  pain, 
And,  though  I  cry  for  mercy, 

He  smiles  and  strikes  again  ; 
O  tell  him,  in  thy  kindness, 

That  the  All-seeing  Eye 
Perceives  him,  in  his  blindness, 

The  lash  of  torture  ply. 

Show  him,  0  God,  how  dreary 

The  "  spirit-land"  will  be 
To  him,  where  all  the  weary 

At  last  again  are  free  ; 
And  "  slave,"  that  word  heart-rending, 

Is  blotted  from  that  sphere,    . 
WThere,  during  time  ne'er  ending, 

No  groans  can  please  his  ear. 

Show  him  the  long  dark  ages 

He  must  remain  behind, 
Nor  haste  through  blissful  stages 

That  yet  await  mankind.* 

°  The  author  is  a  believer  in  A.  J.  Davis's  theory  of  successive 
(Stages  of  happiness  hereafter. 


30  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

But,  plodding  lonely  onward, 

Remorse  his  only  friend, 
Look  sadly  to  the  future,     . 

To  where  his  miseries  end. 

Ask  him  if  e'er  a  blessing 

Came  from  his  mother's  tongue, 
When  words — O  how  distressing-^ 

Her  heart  with  anguish  wrung  ;• 
Her  son — was  he  to  leave  her, 

And  toil  on  burning  sands  ? 
Torn  from  his  home  and  kindred, 

To  die  in  distant  lands. 

And  0  !  had  he  a  father, 

Or  yet  a  sister's  love  ? 
O  sure  his  heart  will  soften, 

And  tears  .of  pity  move  ; 
He  '11  feel  that  I  'm  a  brother, 

And  cast  the  chains  from  me — 
With  mind  and  voice  forever 

Will  shout  for  Liberty. 
Rochester.  Fred.  Douglass's  Paper 


THE    MOTE   AND   BEAM. 

Since  meridian  light  commences, 
Pure  light 's  reveal'd  to  some  ; 

If  there  still  should  be  offences, 
*  Woe  to  him  by  whom  they  come. 

"Judge  not  that  ye  be  not  judged," 
Was  the  counsel  Christ  did  give ; 

And  the  measure  that  is  given, 
Just  the  same  you  will  receive. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  81 

Jesus  says,  Be  meek  and  lowly, 

For  't  is  high  to  be  a  judge  ; 
If  I  would  be  pure  and  holy, 

I  must  live  without  a  grudge. 
It  requires  a  constant  labour 

All  his  precepts  to  obey  ; 
But  if  I  truly  love  my  neighbour, " 

Then  I  'm  in  the  holy  way. 

But  if  I  say  unto  my  neighbour, 

In  thine  eye  there  is  a  mote ; 
If  thou  wert  a  friend  and  brother, 

Hold  and  I  will  pull  it  out. 
But  I  could  not  get  it  fairly, 

For  my  sight  was  very  dim ; 
When  I  came  to  see  more  clearly, 

In  mine  eye  there  was  a  beam. 

If  I  love  my  brother  dearly, 

And  hisT  mote  I  wish  to  erase, 
Then  my  light  must  shine  more  clearly, 

For  the  eye's  a  tender  place. 
Others  I  have  oft  reproved 

For  a  little  single  mote  ; 
Now  I  wish  the  beam  removed — 

O  that  tears  could  wash  it  out ! 

But  charity  and  love  are  healing, 

They  afford  a  pure  light — 
When  I  saw  my  brother  failing 

I;  was  not  exactly  right ; 
Now  I  '11  take  no  further  trouble, 

Since  Christ's  love  is  all  my  th/sme— 
Little  motes  are  but  a  bubble 

When  I  think  upon  a  beam'. 


32  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

HE   DOETH  ALL  THINGS  WELL.  ■ 

I  remember  liow  I  loved  her,  when  a  little  guiltless 

child 
I  saw  her  in  the  cradle,  as  she  look'd  on  me  and 

smiled ; 
My  cup  of  happiness  was  full,  my  joy  words  cannot 

tell, 
And  I  bless'd  the  glorious  Giver,  who  doeth  all  things 

well. 

Months  pass'd — that  bud  of  promise  was  unfolding 

every  hour, 
I  thought  earth  had  never  smiled  upon  a  fairer  flower ; 
So  beautiful,  it  well  might  grace  the  bower  where 

angels  dwell, 
And  waft  its  fragrance  to  His  throne  who  doeth  all 

things  well. 

Years  fled — that  little  sister  then  was  dear  as  life  to 

me ; 
She  awoke  in  my  unconscious  heart  a  wild  idolatry  ; 
I  worshipp'd  at  an  earthly  shrine,  lured  by  some 

magic  spell, 
Forgetful  of  the  praise  of  Ilim  who  doeth  all  things 

well. 

She  was   the   lovely  star  whose  light  around  my 

pathway  shone 
Amid  this  darksome  vale  of  tears,  through  which  I 

journey  on  ; 
Its  radiance  had  obscured  the  light  which  round  His 

throne  doth  dwell, 
And  I  wander'd  far  away  from  Him  who  doeth  all 

things  well. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  33 

That  star  went  down  in  beauty,  yet   it   shineth 

sweetly  now 
In  the  bright  and  dazzling  coronet  that  decks  the 

Saviour's  brow ; 
She  bow'd  to  the  Destroyer,  whose  shafts  none  may 

repel ; 
But  we  know,  for  God  hath  told  us,  he  doeth  all 

things  well. 

I  remember  well  my  sorrow,  as  I  stood  beside  her 

bed, 
And  my  deep  and  heartfelt  anguish,  when  they  told 

me  she  was  dead  ; 
But  O  that  cup  of  bitterness,  let  not  my  heart  rebel, 
God  gave,   he  took,  he  will  restore — he  doeth  all 

things  well. 


THE  SCATTERED  HOUSEHOLD. 

O,  where  is  my  father — my  guardian,  my  guide, 

The  friend  and  support  of  my  youth, 
Whose  tongue  in  the  accents  of  kindness  had  taught 

Such  lessons  of  wisdom  and  truth  ? 
'Neath  the  bending  old  elm  in  the  churchyard  he  lies, 

With  the  cold  granite  stone  at  his  head, 
And  there  he  shall  gather  his  household  again, 

To  sleep  with  the  rest  of  the  dead. 

My  mother !    O  never  again  shall  I  hear 

The  sweet  mellow  tones  of  thy  voice, 
As  you  welcomed  us  back  to  the  homestead  of  yore, 

And  made  the  poor  wanderer  rejoice ! 
O  no  !  for  the  old  elm  has  lengthen'd  his  boughs. 

To  shelter  your  long  narrow  bed ; 
For  beside  our  dear  father  we  laid  you  to  sleep 

In  peace,  with  the  rest  of  his  dead  I 
3 


34  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

O,  where  is  my  brother  ?  far,  far  from  his  home, 

The  stranger  has  hewn  out  his  tomb ; 
But  I  trust  the  bright  angel  of  mercy  was  near 

To  lighten  its  terrible  gloom, — 
To  illume  the  dark  passage  that  leads  to  the  grave, 

Which  truth  from  her  torchlight  can  shed, — 
And  watches  e'en  now,  in  that  clime  of  the  South, 

O'er  the  slumbering  dust  of  the  dead  ! 

And  where  the  dear  sister,  the  pure  and  the  good, 

The  light  of  our  fireside  band  ? 
We  miss  thee,  thy  smile  and  thy  gentle  caress, 

And  the  soft  gentle  press  of  thy  hand  : 
Thou  art  sleeping  in  state,  where,  elaborately  wrought, 

A  railing  encircles  thy  bed — 
But  I  wish  thou  wert  here,  'neath  our  father's  old 
elm, 

To  sleep  with  the  rest  of  the  dead. 

But  few  of  our  dear  little  circle  are  left, 

And  scattered  exiles  are  they, 
The  dark  line  of  man  hath  wither'd  their  smile, 

And  mingled  their  auburn  with  grey. 
I  would  that  we  all  might  be  gather'd  again, 

Where  the  elm-tree  its  branches  hath  spread, 
That  when  the  last  peal  of  the  trumpet  hath  cail'cL, 

Our  father  might  rise  with  his  dead. 


THE    TEMPEST. 

We  were  crowded  in  the  cabin- 
Not  a  soul  would  dare  to  sleep ; 

It  was  midnight  on  the  waters, 
And  a  storm  was  on  the  deep. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  35 

T  is  a  fearful  thing  in  winter 

To  be  shatter'd  in  the  blast, 
And  to  hear  the  rattling  trumpet 

Thunder,  "  Cut  away  the  mast !" 

Bo  we  shuddered  there  in  silence — 
For  the  stoutest  held  his  breath, 

While  the  hungry  sea  was  roaring, 
And  the  breakers  talk'd  with  Death. 

And  thus  we  sat  in  darkness, 

Each  one  busy  in  his  prayers ; 
"  We  are  lost !"  the  captain  shouted, 

As  he  stagger'd  down  the  stairs. 

But  his  little  daughter  whisper'd, 

As  she  took  his  icy  hand, 
"  Is  n't  God  upon  the  ocean 

Just  the  same  as  on  the  land  V 

Then  we  kiss'd  the  little  maiden, 

And  we  spoke  in  better  cheer, 
And  we  anchor'd  safe  in  harbour, 

When  the  morn  was  shining  clear. 


*  THEY  KKOW  NOT  WHAT   THEY  DO." 

Mother,  what  makes  my  father  gone 

So  very  long  to-night  ? 
You  know  he  always  used  to  come, 

Before  't  was  candle-light. 

Then  he  spoke  so  pleasantly 
When  I  met  him  at  the  gate ; 

Very  sorry  seein'd  to  be      ■ 
If  he  made  the  supper  wait. 
25 


36  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

How  sweet  the  baby  always  smiled, 
And  gave  her  tiny  hands  to  go, 

When  pa  call'd  her  his  pretty  child, 
His  little  pet  you  know. 

And  when  he  took  me  on  his  knee 
To  see  the  pictures  I  had  made, 

And  hear  me  say  my  ABC, 
I  never  thought  to  be  afraid. 

And,  best  of  all,  when  Sunday  come 
How  glad  was  I  to  hear  him  say, 

"Rim,  get  your  hat,  my  little  son, 
For  we  must  go  to  church  to-day." 

But,  mother,  now  he  speaks  so  sharp, 
And  gives  you  such  an  ugly  shake, 

When  he  comes  home,  though  sound  asleep 
It  quickly  gets  me  wide  awake. 

Then  it  seems  so  very  long, 

And  lonely  too,  to  hear  you  sigh  ; 

I  always  think  my  pa  is  wrong, 

When  you're  so  good,  to  make'  you  cry. 

Then  I  cry  myself,  and  wish 

I  knew  what  makes  him  treat  you  so ; 

Mother,  I  want  to  kiss  you  now, 
Then  pray  do  tell  me  if  you  know. 

My  precious  child  !  O  must  you  know 
The  cause  of  all  my  boundless  grief, 

Making  my  bitter  tears  to  flow 
So  freely  now  for  my  relief  ? 

For  myself  I  would  not  care 

So  much  if  this  poor  heart  should  break  ; 
But,  my  sweet  children  !  must  they  share 

In  misery  that  their  parents  make  \ 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  37 

And  must  they,  in  their  tender  youth, 

Hear  what  they  cannot  help  but  feel  ? 
The  .wretched  mortifying  truth, 
■  The  purest  love  cannot  conceal  ? 

My  God  !  O  can  I  freely  give 
A  healthy  tone  to  vital  powers  ? 

Or  ask  for  strength,  or  wish  to  live 
Under  affliction  such  as  ours  ? 

Yes,  I  will  live  and  suffer  on, 
My  son,  for  God  is  good  to  me ; 

Although  your  father  treats  me  wrong, 
Yet  God  will  my  kind  father  be  ! 

I  would  not  say  one  word,  I  'm  sure, 
To  make  you  prize  your  father  less ; 

'T  is  love  that  only  can  endure 

Such  burning  words  of  wretchedness  ! 

Know  then  he  drinks  the  poison'd  bowl — 
This  is  the  cause  of  all  our  tears'! 

A  drunkard's  curse  is  on  his  soul — 
This  is  the  worst  of  all  my  fears  ! 

'Tis  scarcely  two  years  now  since  he 
Promised  before  his  God  and  men, 

With  bitter  tears  of  agony, 

He  ne'er  would  drink  a  drop  again. 

O,  how  I  wept  for  joy  to  see 

Him  look  so  smiling  when  he  came 

From  work  at  night,  so  constantly, 
And  all  the  evening  stay  at  home. 

All  me  !  those  hours  of  bliss  are  gone, 
And  I  am  doom'd  to  know  he  stays 

Where  vice  in  every  wretched  form 
Only  resounds  the  drunkard's  praise. 


88  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Tis  all  in  vain — no  hope  I  see, 

As  long  as  avaricious  man 
Takes  from  a  starving  family 

All  means  of  sustenance  he  can  ; 

Among  a  fuming,  filthy  throng, 

,  Will  stand,  and  press  the  cursed  cup 
To  their  lips  the  whole  night  long, 
For  them  to  drink  the  contents  up. 

Poor  murderous  wretches  !  can  they  be 
Upheld  so  loug — my  God  !  my  God ! — 

Steeping  fond  hearts  in  misery, 
And  not  feel  thy  avenging  rod  ? 

O  spare  them  yet  a  little  space, 

And  let  thy  power  their  hearts  renew  ; 

Teach  them  true  love  to  all  our  race — 
"  Father,  they  know  not  what  they  do !" 


PRAYER. 


There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night ; 

There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires 
When  human  strength  gives  way  ; 

There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

That  eye  is  fix'd  on  seraph  throngs ; 
That  ear  is  fill'd  with  angels'  songs ! 
That  arm  upholds  the  world  on  high ; 
That  love  is  throned  beyond  the  sky. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  39 

But  there  's  a  power  that  man  can  wield 

When  mortal  aid  is  vain — 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach — 

That  listening  ear  to  gain  : 
That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on  high, 
And  feeds  on  bliss  beyond  the  sky. 


THE    MAGNETIC   TELEGRAPH. 

Along  the  smooth  and  slender  wires, 

The  sleepless  heralds  run, 
Fast  as  the  clear  and  living  rays 

Go  streaming  from  the  sun  ; 
No  peals  or  flashes,  heard  or  seen, 

Their  wond'ious  flight  betray, 
And  yet  their  words  are  quickly  felt 

In  cities  far  away. 

Nor  summers  heat,  nor  winter's  hail. 

Can  check  their  rapid  course — 
They  meet  unmoved  the  fierce  wind's  rage, 

The  rough  wave's  sweeping  force ; 
In  the  long  night  of  rain  and  wrath, 

As  in  the  blaze  of  day, 
They  rush  with  news  of  weal  or  woe 

To  thousands  far  away. 

But  faster  still  than  tidings  borne 

On  that  electric  cord, 
Rise  the  pure  thoughts  of  him  who  loves 

The  Christian's  life  and  Lord — 
Of  him  who,  taught  in  smiles  and  tears 

With  fervent  lips  to  pray, 
Maintains  high  converse  here  on  earth 

With  bright  worlds  far  away. 


40  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Ay,  though  nor  outward  wish  is  breathed, 

Nor  outward  answer  given, 
The  sighing  of  that  humble  heart 

Is  known  and  felt  in  heaven ; 
Those  long  frail  wires  may  bend  and  break, 

Those  viewless  heralds  stray, 
But  faith's  least  word  shall  reach  the  throne 

Of  God,  though  far  away. 


THE    VAUDOIS    TEACHER. 

M  The  manner  in  which  the  Waldenses  and  heretics  disseminated 
their  principles  among  the  Catholic. gentry  was  by  carrying  with 
them  a  box  of  trinkets,  or  articles  of  dress.  Having  entered  the 
house  of  the  gentry,  and  disposed  of  some  of  their  goods,  they  cau- 
tiously intimated  that  they  had  commodities  far  more  valuable 
than  these — inestimable  jewels— which  they  would  show  if  they 
could  be  protected  from  the  clergy.  They  would  then  give  their 
purchaser's  a  Bible  or  Testament ;  and  thereby  many  were  deluded 
into  heresy." — Beinerous  Saccho's  Boole,  A.  D.  125& 

The  following  exquisite  lines,  suggested  by  the  above  extract, 
appeared  originally  in  the  New-England  Review. 

"O,  lady  fair!  these  silks  of  mine 

Are  beautiful  and  rare — 
The  richest  web  of  the  Indian  loom 

Which  beauty's  self  might  wear  ; 
And  those  pearls  are  pure  as  thy  own  fair  neck, 

With  whose  radiant  light  they  vie ; 
I  have  brought  them,  many  a  weary  way — 

Will  my  gentle  lady  buy  j" 

And  the  lady  smiled  on  the  worn  old  man, 
Through  the  dark  and  clust'ring  curls 

Which  veil'd  her  brow,  as  she  bent  to  view 
Her  silks  and  ghtt'ring  pearls ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  41 

And  she  placed  their  price  in  the  old  man's  hand, 

And  lightly  turn'd  away — 
But  she  paused  at  the  wanderer's  earnest  call, 

"  My  gentle  lady,  stay  !" 

"  O,  lady  fair,  I  have  yet  a  gem 

Which  a  purer  lustre  flings 
Than  the  diamond  flash  of  the  jewell'd  crown 

On  the  lofty  brow  of  kings — 
A  wonderful  pearl,  of  exceeding  price, 

Whose  virtue  shall  not  decay, 
Whose  light  shall  be  as  a  spell  to  thee, 

And  a  blessing  on  thy  way !" 

The  lady  glanced  at  the  mirroring  steel, 

Where  her  form  of  grace  was  seen, 
Where  her  eyes  shone  clear,  and  her  dark  locks 
waved 

Their  clasping  pearls  between  : — 
"  Bring  forth  thy  pearl  of  exceeding  worth, 

Thou  traveller  grey  and  old — 
And  name  the  price  of  thy  precious  gem, 

And  my  pages  shall  count  thy  gold." 

The  cloud  went  off  from  the  pilgrim's  brow 

As  a  small  and  meagre  book, 
Unchased  with  gold  or  diamond  gem, 

From  his  folding  robe  he  took : 
"  Here,  lady  fair,  is  the  pearl  of  price  ; 

May  it  prove. as  such  to  thee  ! 
Nay — keep  thy  gold — I  ask  it  not, 

For  the  Word  of  God  is  free!" 

The  hoary  traveller  wont  his  way  ; 

But  the  gift  he  left  behind 
Hath  had  its  pure  and  perfect  work 

On  that  high-born  maiden's  mind ; 


42  SPIRITUAL    SOXGS. 

And  she  hath  turn'd  from  the  pride  of  sin 

To  the  lowliness  of  truth, 
And  given  her  human  heart  to  God 

In  its  beautiful  hour  of  youth  ! 

And  she  hath  left  the  grey  old  halls, 

Where  an  evil  faith  had  power, 
The  courtly  knights  of  her  father's  train, 

And  the  maidens- of  her  bower  ; 
And  she  hath  gone  to  the  Vaudois  vales, 

By  lordly  feet  untrod, 
Where  the  poor  and  needy  of  earth  are  rich 

In  the  perfect  love  of  God  ! 


THE    BIBLE. 


This  little  book  I'd  rather  own 

Than  all  the  gold  and  gems 
That  e'er  in  monarch's  coffers  shone — 

Than  all  their  diadems. 
Nay,  were  the  seas  one  chrysolite, 

The  earth  a  golden  ball, 
And  diamonds  all  the  stars  of  night, 

This  book  were  worth  them  all. 

How  baleful  to  ambition's  eye 

His  blood- wrung  spoils  must  gleam, 
When  Death's  uplifted  hand  is  nigh, 

His  life  a  varnish 'd  dream  ! 
Then  hear  him,  with  his  gasping  breath, 

For  one  poor  moment  crave ! 
Fool !  wouldst  thou  stay  the  arm  of  death  ? 

Ask  of  thy  gold  to  save  ! 

No,  no  !  the  soul  ne'er  found  relief 
In  glittering  hoards  of  wealth  ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  43 

Gems  dazzle  not  the  eye  of  grie£ 

Gold  cannot  purchase  health  ; 
But  here  a  blessed  balm  appears, 

To  heal  the  deepest  woe  ; 
And  he  that  seeks  this  book  in  tears, 

His  tears  shall  cease  to  flow. 

Here  he  who  died  on  Calvary's  tree 

Hath  made  that  promise  blest ; 
"  Ye  heavy  laden,  come  to  me, 

And  I  will  give  you  rest. 
A  bruised  reed  I  will  not  break, 

A  contrite  heart  despise  ; 
My  burden's  light,  and  all  who  take 

My  yoke  shall  win  the  skies  !" 

Yes,  yes !  this  little  book  is  worth 

All  else  to  mortals  given — 
For  what  are  all  the  joys  of  earth 

Compared  to  joys  of  heaven  ? 
This  is  the  guide  our  Father  gave 

To  lead  to  realms  of  day — 
A  star,  whose  lustre  gilds  the  grave — 

"  The  Light— the  Life— the  Way." 


THE  MINISTRY  OF  ANGELS. 

Which  of  the  petty  kings  of  earth 
Can  boast  a  guard  like  ours, 

Encircled  from  our  second  birth 
With  all  the  heavenly  powers  ? 

Myriads  of  bright  cherubic  bands, 
Sent  by  the  King  of  kings, 

Rejoice  to  bear  us  in  their  hands, 
And  shade  us  with  their  wings. 


44  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

With  them  we  march  securely  on 
Throughout  ImmanuePs  ground, 

And  not  an  uneommission'd  stone 
Our  guarded  feet  shall  wound. 

No  enemy  our  souls  ensnare ; 

No  casual  evil  grieve  ; 
Nor  can  we  lose  a  single  hair 

"Without  our  Father's  leave. 

Angels,  where'er  we  go,  attend 
Our  steps,  whate'er  betide — 

With  watchful  care  their  charge  defend, 
And  evil  turn  aside. 

A  sudden  thought  t'  escape  the  blow, 

A  ready  help  we  find — 
And  to  their  secret  presence  owe 

The  presence  of  our  mind. 

Their  instrumental  aid  unknown, 
They  day  and  night  supply  ; 

And  free  from  fear  we  lay  us  down, 
Though  Satan's  host  be  nigh. 

Our  lives  the  holy  angels  keep 
From  every  hostile  power; 

And  unconcern'd  we  sweetly  sleep, 
As  Adam  in  his  bower.     . 

Jehovah's  charioteers  around  ; 

The  ministerial  choir 
Encamp  where'er  his  heirs  are  found, 

And  form  our  wall  of  fire. 

Ten  thousand  offices  unseen 

For  us  they  gladly  do ; 
Deliver  in  the  furnace  keen, 

And  safe  escort  us  through. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  45 

But  thronging  round,  with  busiest  love, 

They  guard  the  dying  breast ; 
The  lurking  fiend  far  off  remove, 

And  sing  our  souls  to  rest. 

And  when  our  spirits  we  resign, 
On  outstretch' d  wings  they  bear, 

And  lodge  us  in  the  arms  divine, 
And  leave  us  ever  there. 


THE    BACKSLIDER'S    RETURN". 

Once  I  loved  my  Redeemer,  his  flock  and  his  fold, 

Long,  long  ago — long,  long  ago ; 
But  alas  for  my  love,  it  grew  languid  and  cold, 

Long,  long  ago — long  ago  ; 
I  wander'd  afar,  o'er  the  world  and  its  wilds — 
I  sought  for  its  pleasures,  I  fed  on  its  smiles, 
'Till  stung  by  the  adder  that  coils  on  its  wiles, 
Long,  long  ago — long  ago. 

An  exile  I  roam'd,  far  away  from  my  God, 

Long,  long  ago — long,  long  ago ; 

His  eye  beam'd  rebuke,  and  his  hand  held  the  rod, 
Long,  long  ago — long  ago ; 

I  felt  sad  despondency's  venomous  dart — 

It  drank  up  my  spirits,  and  poison'd  my  heart ; 

I  strove  to  forget  it,  though  keen  was  the  smart, 
Long,  long  ago — long  ago. 

But  Jesus,  to  save  me,  (he  pitied  my  falls, 

Long,  long  ago — long,  long  ago, — ) 
Swift  as  thought,  to  the  watchman  that  stands  on  our, 
walls, 

(0  't  was  not  long — long  ago,) 


46  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Thi9  message  was  sped  by  an  angel  of  light, 
"  Go,  picture  the  practical  infidel's  plight, 
'T  will  save  that  apostate  from  hell's  deepest  night : 
Go,  preach  the  cross — watchman,  go !" 

I  heard — fled  to  Christ — soft  as  dew  from  above, 
Not  long  ago — not  long  ago — 

Descended  the  stream  of  his  heavenly  love — 

Sweet  was  its  flow — was  its  flow. 

"With  the  heart  how  I  praise  him — his  mercy  adore, 

My  exile  is  ended — my  wanderings  are  o'er  ; 

I  stand  on  the  mount  now,  to  go  down  no  more, 
No,  never  more — never  more. 


THE  YOUNG  LADY'S  EXPERIENCE. 

Ye  people,  that  wonder  at  me  and  my  ways, 
And  with  much  astonishment  on  me  dp  gaze — 
Come,  lend  your  attention,  and  I  will  relate 
My  past  exercises,  and  my  present  state. 

The  people  I  follow  I  once  did  despise, 
And  ofttimes,  like  you,  gazed  on  them  with  surprise ; 
I  gazed  with  a  mixture  of  pride  and  disdain, 
But  still  from  their  meetings  I  could  not  refrain. 

I  ofttimes  did  j  est  at  their  sighs  and  their  groans, 
And  sometimes  in  secret  was  made  for  to  mourn ; 
Though  weeping  and  shouting  gave  me  such  offence, 
I  thought  it  delusion,  and  all  a  pretence. 

I  ofttimes  resolved  to  hear  them  no  more, 
But  still,  on  occasions,  would  go  as  before ; 
Although  persecution  I  still  would  return, 
But  the  spark  of  conviction  began  for  to  burn. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  47 

The  word,  clothed  with  power,  at  last  reach'd  my 

heart — 
I  sat  under  preaching,  and  there  felt  the  dart ; 
I  strove  to  conceal  it,  but  all  was  in  vain— 
To  pray,  weep,  and  tremble,  it  did  me  constrain. 

I  sank  down  in  sorrow  ;  so  great  my  distress, 
I  lay  for  some  hours  almost  motionless ; 
Till  Jesus  in  mercy  his  love  did  reveal  : 
A  wonder,  a  wonder — 0  how  did  I  feel ! 

My  burden  of  guilt  was  removed  and  gone, 
My  spirit  was  joyful,  my  soul  was  serene  ; 
I  stood  up  and  praised  him,  without  dread  or  fear, 
Nor  would  I  regard  it,  though  the  world  had  been 
there. 

My  friends  may  despise  me,  my  folks  ridicule, 
The  wise  of  this  world  may  esteem  me  a  fool  ; 
But  all  their  endeavours  will  be  fruitless  and  vain, 
For  Jesus  has  bless' d  me,  and  I'll  praise  his  name. 


HOME   IX   HEAVEN.. 

The  Christian  pilgrim  sings, 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home ; 
The  Christian  pilgrim  sings, 

Heaven's  my  home. 
Through  the  telescope  of  faith 
He  looks  o'er  the  river  death, 
And  exultino-ly  exclaims, 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home. 

Though  poverty's  my  lot, 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home  ; 
Though  poverty's  my  lot, 

Heaven's  my  home. 


48  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Though  poverty's  my  lot, 
Though  the  fig-tree  blossoms  not, 
I  can  sing  the  song  of  hope — : 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home. 

Though  the  world  may  me  disown, 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home ; 

Though  the  world  may  me  disown, 
Heaven's  my  home. 

Though  the  world  may  me  disown, 

I  am  little  and  unknown, 

I  'm  an  heir  to  yonder  throne — 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home. 

Through  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home : 

Through  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 
Heaven's  my  home. 

Through  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 

On  Jehovah's  arm  I  '11  stay, 

And  pursue  my  happy  way ; 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home. 

O  that  every  soul  could  say, 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home ; 
O  that  every  soul  could  say, 

Heaven's  my  home. 

0  that  every  soul  could  say, 
If  I  die  this  blessed  day, 

1  should  rise  and  soar  away  ; 

Heaven's  my  home,  heaven's  my  home. 


THE    CROSS. 

I  'm  tired  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms, 
And  flatteries  made  by  human  worms, 
Their  conversation  flows. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS:  49 

The  theme  of  Jesus"  dying  lo  'e 
Transports  my  soul  to  things  above ; 
The  hallow'd  flame  of  Jesus'  love, 
It  sets  my  soul  on  fire. 

When  Jesus  tells  his  dying  love, 
Through  every  vein  my  passions  move, 

The  captives  of  his  love. 
In  midnight  shades,  on  frosty  ground, 
I  could  attend  the  pleasing  sound ; 
Nor  would  I  feel  December  cold, 

Nor  think  the  reason  long. 

When  he  describes  the  thorns  he  wore, 
And  tells  his  bloody  passion  o'er, 

Till  I  am  drown'd  in  tears ; 
Then,  with  a  sympathetic  smart, 
There's  a  strange  joy  beats  round  my  heart; 
The  accursed  tree,  loaded  with  bliss, 

My  sweetest  balm  it  bears. 

Thus  while  I  hear  my  Saviour  God 
Count  o'er  my  sins,  a  heavy  load, 

He  bore  upon  the  tree  ; 
Inward  I  blush,  with  sacred  shame, 
And  weep,  and  own,  and  love  the  name 
Who  knew  no  guilt,  nor  grief  his  own, 

But  bore  it  all  for  me. 

Kinerly  he  opens  to  me  his  ear, 
And  bids  me  pour  my  sorrows  there, 

And  tell  him  all  my  pain  ; 
Thus  while  I  ease  my  burden'd  heart, 
In  every  wound  he  heals  a  part ; 
His  arm  embraces,  and  his  hands 

My  drooping  head  sustains. 
4 


60  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

KNIGHTS  OF  MALTA. 

Come,  all  you  knights,  you  knights  of  Malta, 

Come,  say  and  do  as  I  have  done ; 
You  might  have  been  in  armour  brighter, 

Within  the  New  Jerusalem. 
Chorus. — We  are  the  true-born  sons  of  Eden, 
We  are  the  true-born  sons  of  God, 
We  wear  the  badge  and  scarlet  garter, 
The  robe  that  ancient  monarchs  wore. 

When  Moses  planted  Aaron's  rod 

All  in  one  night  that  rod  did  bud  ; 
When  Moses  smote  the  Egyptian  water 
That  very  moment  it  turn'd  to  blood. 
Chorum — We  are  the  true-born  sons  of  Levi, 
We  are  the  true-born  sons  of  God, 
We  are  the  root  and  branch  of  David, 
The  bright  and  glorious  morning  star. 

When  Aaron  ^ind  I  crossed  over  Jordan, 
When  the  fifth  stone  was  lifted  up, 

With  the  high-priest  and  our  grand  master, 
We  carried  the  ark  of  God  along. 
Chorus. 

It  was  in  Gilgal  our  ark  we  rested, 
And  there  we  did  receive  the  mark  ; 

The  seven  trumpets  of  rams'  horns  sounded, 
Sounded  there  before  the  ark. 
Chorus. 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  ruin, 

Many  there  be  who  travel  in ; 
Come,  go  with  me  to  the  New  Jerusalem, 

That  is  the  place  that's  free  from  sin. 
Chorus. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  51 


THE   NARROW  WAY. 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 

Unto  me,  unto  me  ; 
Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord, 
Unto  me ; 
I  've  something  good  to  say 
About  the  narrow  way, 
For  Christ  the  other  day 

Saved  my  soul,  saved  my  soul — 
For  Christ  the  other  day  saved  my  soul. 

He  gave  me  first  to  see 
,    What  I  was,  what  I  was — 
He  gave  me  first  to  see 
What  I  was ; 
He  gave  me  first  to  see 
My  guilt  and  misery, 
And  then  he  set  me  free — • 

Bless  his  name  !  bless  his  name  ! — 
And  then  he  set  me  free,  bless  his  name ! 

Some  said  I  'd  soon  give  o'er — 
You  will  see,  you  will  see ; 
Some  said  I  'd  soon  give  o'er — 
You  will  see. 
Some  time  is  past  and  gone 
Since  I  began  to  pray ; 
I  love  the  Lord  to-day, 

Bless  his  name  !  bless  his  name ! — 
I  love  the  Lord  to-day,  bless  his  name  1 

My  old  companions  said, 

He's  undone,  he's  undone; 
My  old  companions  said, 


old  companions  said, 
He  's  undone ; 
26 


62  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

My  old  companions  said, 
He  is  surely  going  mad  ; 
But  Jesus  makes  me  glad, 

Bless  his  name  !   bless  his  name  ! — 
But  Jesus  makes  me  glad,  bless  his  name ! 

Had  they  but  eyes  to  see, 

Eyes  to  see,  eyes  to  see — 
Had  they  but  eyes  to  see, 
Eyes  to  see ; 
Had  they  but  eyes  to  see 
Their  guilt  and  misery, 
They  'd  be  as  mad  as  me, 
I  believe,  I  believe, — 
They  'd  be  as  mad  as  me,  I  believe. 

0,  had  I  angel's  wings, 

*I  would  fly,  I  would  fly ; 
O,  had  I  angel's  wings, 
I  would  fly. 
Had  I  the  wings  of  Noah's  dove 
I  'd  soon  fly  home  above, 
To  greet  the  God  of  love — 

Bless  his  name  !  bless  his  name  ! 
To  greet  the  God  of  love,  bless  his  name ! 

O,  could  I  hear  it  said 

From  the  Lord,  from  the  Lord- 
O,  could  I  hear  it  said 
From  the  Lord — 
O,  could  I  hear  it  said, 
My  warfare's  aj^an  end, 
My  soul  would  shout  and  sing : 
O,  farewell ;   O,  farewell, — ■ 
My  soul  would  shout  and  sing,  O,  farewell. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  53 

THE    HERMIT. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  we  will  not  deplore 

thee, 
Though  sorrows   and   darkness  encompass    the 

tomb ; 
The  Saviour  hath  pass'd  through  its  portals  before 

thee, 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom — 
And  the  lamp  of  his  love  is  thy  guide  through 

the  gloom. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — we  no  longer  behold 

thee, 

Nor  tread  the  rough  path  of  the  world  by  thy  side ; 

But  the  wide  arms  of  mercy  are  spread  to  enfold 

thee, 

And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath 

died — 
And  sinners  may  hope,  since  the  Saviour  hath  died. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — and  its  mansions  for- 
saking, 
Perhaps  thy  tried  spirit  in  doubt  lingered  long ; 
But  the  sunshine  of  heaven  beam'd  bright  on  thy 
waking, 
And  the  song  that  thou  heardst  was   the  sera- 
phim's song — 
And  the  song  that  thou  heardst  was   the  sera- 
phim's song. 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave — but  't  were  wrong  to 
deplore  thee, 
When  God  was  thy  ransom,  thy  guardian,  and 
guide ; 


54  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

He  gave  thee,  and  took  thee,  and  soon  will  restore 

thee, 
Where  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died — 
Where  death  hath  no  sting,  since  the  Saviour 

hath  died. 


THE  INDIAN'S  EXPERIENCE. 

In  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh, 
Den  me  look  heaben,  and  send  up  cry, 

Upon  my  knees  so  low  ; 
Dat  God  on  high  in  shining  place, 
See  me  in  night  wid  teary  face — 

De  preacher  tell  me  so. 

God  send  his  angel  take*  me  care, 
He  come  himself,  he  hear  my  prayer, 

If  inside  heart  do  pray ; 
He  see  me  now,  he  know  me  here, 
He  say,  Poor  Indian,  neber  fear, 

Me  wid  you  night  and  day. 

Now  me  lobe  God  wid  Indian  heart, 
He  fight  for  me,  he  take  my  part, 

He  save  um  life  before ; 
God  lobe  poor  Indian  in  de  wood, 
So  me  lobe  God,  and  dat  be  good, 

Me  pray  him  two  times  more. 

So  when  time  come,  poor  Indian  die, 
Me  go  great  Spirit  above  de  sky, 

And  blanket  leave  behind  ; 
Me  have  no  need  of  wigwam  dere, 
Me  better  habitation  share, 

Wid  Jesus  good  and  kind. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  55 

CHRISTIAN'S   FAREWELL. 

A  few  more  days  on  earth  to  spend, 
And  all  my  cares  and  toils  will  end, 
And  I  shall  see  my  God  and  friend, 

And  praise  his  name  on  high. 
There 's  no  more  sighs,  there 's  no  more  tears, 
There 's  no  more  pain,  and  no  more  fears, 
But  God,  and  Christ,  and  heaven  appears 

Unto  my  ravish'd  eye. 

Then,  O  my  soul,  despond  no  more — 
The  storms  of  life  will  soon  be  o'er, 
And  I  shall  reach  that  blissful  shore 

Of  everlasting  rest ; 
There  I  shall  see  my  Saviour's  face, 
And  dwell  in  his  beloved  embrace, 
And  taste  the  .fulness  of  his  grace, 

And  be  forever  blest. 

My  soul  anticipates  the  day, 
I  joyfully  the  call  obey, 
Which  summons  my  soul  away 

To  seats  prepared  above. 
The  heavenly  Canaan,  sweet  and  fair, 
Before  my  naked  eyes  appear, 
Which  makes  me  think  I  'm  almost  there, 

In  yonder  bright  abode. 

To  earthly  cares  I  say  farewell, 
And  triumph  over  death  and  hell ; 
I  '11  go  where  saints  and  angels  dwell, 

To  praise  the  Eternal  Three. 
I  '11  join  with  those  who  have  gone  before, 
Who  sing  and  shout  their  sufferings  o'^r, 
Where  pain  and  parting  are  no  more 

To  all  eternity. 


56  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Adieu,  ye  scenes  of  noise  and  show, 

And  all  this  region  here  below, 

Where  naught  but  disappointments  grow — 

A  better  world  in  view.* 
My  Saviour  calls,  I  '11  haste  away, 
I  would  not  here  forever  stay, 
Hail,  ye  bright  realms  of  endless  day  ; 

Vain  world,  once  more,  adieu. 


THE    MOUNTAINEER'S    FAREWELL. 
We  have   come  from   the   mountains  of  tht  old 

Granite  State, 
Where  the  hills  are  so  lofty,  magnificent,  and  great ; 
Where  I  Ve  left  kindred  spirits,  in  the  land  *f  the 

blest, 
When  I  bade  them  adieu,  for  the  far  distant  west. 
O,  thy  mountains, 

O,  thy  valleys, 
In  my  own  native  State. 

0  thy  hills  and  thy  valleys  are  sacred  all  to  me, 
No  matter  what  in  lands  of  others  I  may  see ; 

1  may  view  scenes  so  sunny,  so  fair,  and  so  smooth, 
Then  I'll  think  of  my  cottage,  that  stands  in  the 

grove. 

O  my  childhood, 

O  that  homestead, 
In  my  own  native  State. 
I  will  oft  think  of  her  who  once  was  my  pride, 
As  she  rode  upon  the  mountains,  so  closely  by  my  side ; 
O  I  sigh  for  the  days  that  never  will  come  back, 
For  she  sleeps  upon  the  shores  of  the  bold  Merrimac 
O  that  loved  one, 

O  that  graveyard, 
In  my  own  native  State. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  57 

O,  a  mother  dear  I  've  lost,  she  has  gone  to  the  grave; 
She  was  the  greatest  blessing  that  God  ever  gave ; 
Now  I  '11  go  to  the  spot  where  buried  is  the  loved, 
And  I  seem  to  hear  her  singing  with  angels  above. 
O,  my  mother, 

I  '11  bless  her  ashes 
In  my  own  native  State. 
O,  a  mother  dear  I've  lost,  she  has  gone  to  the 

grave — 
She  has  left  her  orphan  weeping,  to  go  to  God  who 
gave. 


"GOOD  MORNING,  BROTHER  PILGRIM!" 

The  following  is  the  substance  of  a  conversation  between  two  pro- 
fessors as  they  met ;  one  going  to,  the  other  returning  from, 
camp-meeting,  early  in  the  morning. 

"  Good  morning,  brother  pilgrim  ! 

What,  marching  to  Zion  ? 
What  doubts  and  what  dangers  have  you  met  to- 
day ? 

Have  you  found  a  blessing  ? 

Are  your  joys  increasing  ? 
Press  forward,  my  brother,  and  make  no  delay. 

Is  your  heart  a  glowing? 

Are  your  comforts  flowing  ? 
And  have  you  an  evidence  now  bright  and  clear  ? 

Have  you  a  desire 

That  burns  like  a  fire  ? 
And    have  hope   in  the  hour  when   Christ   shall 
appear  V9 

"  I  came  out  this  morning, 
And  now  am  returning, 
Perhaps  little  better  than  when  I  firat  came ; 


38  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Such  groaning  and  shouting, 

It  sets  me  to  doubting, 
I  fear  such  religion  is  all  like  a  dream. 

The  preachers  were  stamping, 

The  people  were  jumping, 
And  screaming  so  loud  that  I  neither  could  hear 

Either  praying  or  preaching  ; 

Such  horrible  screeching, 
'T  was  truly  offensive  to  all  that  were  there." 

"  Perhaps,  my  dear  brother, 

While  they  pray'd  together, 
You  sat  and  consider'd,  and  pray'd  not  at  all ; 

Would  you  find  a  blessing  ? 

Then  pray  without  ceasing, 
Obey  the  advice  which  was  given  by  Paul. 

For  if  you  should  reason 

At  any  such  season, 
No  wonder  if  Satan  should  tell  in  your  ear : 

'  The  preachers  and  people 

Are  all  but  a  rabble, 
And  this  is  no  place  for  reflection  and  prayer/  * 

" '  No  place  for  reflection  P 

I  'm  fill'd  with  distraction, 
I  wonder  the  people  could  bear  for  to  stay  ; 

The  men  they  were  bawling, 

The  women  were  squalling, 
I  wonder,  for  my  part,  how  any  could  pray. 

Such  horrid  confusion  ! 

If  this  be  religion, 
Sure  it  is  something  new  that  has  never  been  seen : 

For  the  sacred  pages 

Which  speak  of  all  ages, 
Do  nowhere  declare  that  such  ever  has  been." 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  59 

"  Don't  be  so  soon  shaken ; 

If  I  'm  not  mistaken, 
Such  things  have  been  acted  by  Christians  of  old  : 

When  the  ark  it  was  coming, 

King  David  came  running, 
And  danced  before  it,  in  Scripture  we  're  told. 

When  the  Jewish  nation 

Had  laid  the  foundation, 
And  rebuilt  the  temple,  by  Ezra's  command, 

Some  wept  and  some  praised, 

Such  a  noise  there  was  raised, 
'T  was  heard  afar  off,  perhaps  all  through  the  land. 

"  And  as  for  the  preacher, 

Ezekiel  the  teacher 
Was  taught  for  to  stamp,  and  smite  with  his  hand  ; 

To  show  the  transgression 

Of  that  wicked  nation, 
And  bid  them  repent  and  obey  the  command. 

For  Scripture  quotation 

In  this  dispensation, 
Our  gracious  Redeemer  has  handed  them  down ; 

If  some  ceased  from  praising, 

We  hear  him  proclaiming, 
The  stones  to  reprove  them  would  quickly  cry  out. ' 

"  Then  Scripture  is  wrested  ; 

For  Paul  has  protested 
That  order  should  be  kept  in  the  house  of  the  Lord ; 

Amidst  such  a  clatter 

Who  knows  what 's  the  matter  ? 
Or  who  can  attend  unto  what  is  declared  ? 

To  see  them  behaving 

Like  drunkards  or  raving,    % 
And  lying  and  rolling  prostrate  on  the  ground  ; 


OU  SPIRITUAL    SONG 3. 

I  really  felt  awful, 
And  sometimes  was  fearful 
That  I  'd  be  the  next  to  come  tumbling  down." 

"  You  fear  persecution, 

And  there 's  the  delusion, 
Brought  in  by  the  devil  to  draw  you  away ; 

Be  careful,  my  brother, 

For  blest  are  none  other 
But  such  as  are  never  offended  in  me." 


THE    CHRISTIAN   SOLDIER. 

Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  sin, 

O  may  I  be  valiant  the  battle  to  win! 

For  when  I  was  willing  with  all  things  to  part, 

He  gave  me  my  bounty,  his  love  in  my  heart. 

Chorus. — And  now  I  have  joined  the  conquering 
band, 
We  're  marching  to  glory,  at  Jesus'  com- 
mand. 

He  stripp'd  off  the  garment  of  sin  I  had  wore, 
And  gave  me  a  new  one  he  had  in  his  store ; 
Uniform  in  appearance,  my  garment  was  grace, 
No  doubting,  no  fearing,  but  bold  in  his  ways. 

The  shoes  of  the  gospel  he  put  on  my  feet, 
The  whole  Christian  armour,  to  make  me  complete 
Salvation  my  helmet,  my  girdle  wras  grace, 
The  sword  of  the  Spirit,  the  breastplate  of  faith. 

And  now  I  'm  equipp'd  and  prepared  for  the  fight, 

0  may  I  be  careful  my  arms  to  keep  bright — 
That  when  Israel's  trumpet  shall  sound  from  afar, 

1  may  march  up  with  boldness  to  Zion's  great  war. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  61 

The  word  it  is  given  ;  our  Captain  doth  cry, 
The  foes  they  are  coming,  to  arras  you  must  fly ; 
The  banner  's  unfurled,  the  standard  I  see, 
The  colours  all  stain'd  with  blood  on  the  tree. 

How  grand  are  the  armies — how  noble  they  sta^d — 
Their  Captain  is  Jesus,  he  bears  the  command ; 
Press  forward,  brave  soldiers,  you  've  nothing  to  fear, 
Only  be  valiant,  the  victory  is  near. 


THE  MISSIONARY'S  GRAVE. 
Am — Grave  of  Bonaparte. 

In  a  lone,  silent  spot,  'neath  the  sad  drooping  willow, 
Where  the  grass  and  the  vine  matted  over  his 
grave, 
A  soldier  of  Jesus  lay  pressing  death's  pillow, 
Whose  watchword  was  love,  and  whose  aim  was 
to  save. 
He  sleeps  there  in  peace,  no  dangers  can  harm  him, 
Though  battles  may  rage,  and  the  wild  tempest 
roar  ; 
His  rest  is  unbroken,  no  sound  can  alarm  him, 
In  quiet  he  slumbers — his  conflicts  are  o'er. 

The  cross  was  his  standard,  its  beauties  he  blended, 

He  ofler'd  salvation,  and  bade  all  rejoice ; 
But  his  work  is  now  finish'd,  his  battles  are  ended, 

His  labours  are  over,  and  hush'd  is  his  voice. 
His  form,  cold  and  still,  in  its  damp  bed  is  sleeping, 

The  eye  is  grown  dim  that  with  lustre  once  shone ; 
No  friends  mourning  o'er  him  in  sadness  are  weep- 
ing, 

And  the  tear-drop  of  sorrow  falls  not  on  his  tomb. 


62  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

But  soon  to  the  slumberer  command  will  be  given, 

To  cast  off  the  fetters  that  cling  to  him  now ; 
An  army  of  angels  shall  bear  him  to  heaven, 

And  garlands  of  glory  be  'twined  round  his  brow. 
While  anthems  of  praises  around  him  are  ringing, 

His  body,  immortal,  in  brightness  shall  rise ; 
While  millions  of  ransom'd  hosannas  are  singing, 

In  triumph  he  '11  enter  his  home  in  the  skies. 


THE    GOSPEL    SHIP. 

The  Gospel  Ship  has  long  been  sailing 
Bound  for  Canaan's  peaceful  shore, 

All  who  wish  to  sail  for  glory, 

Come  and  welcome,  rich  and  poor. 

Chorus. — Glory,  glory,  hallelujah  ! 

All  the  sailors  loudly  cry ; 

See  the  blissful  points  of  glory, 

Open  to  each  faithful  eye. 

Thousands  she  has  safely  landed 
Far  beyond  these  mortal  shores ; 

Thousands  still  are  sailing  in  her, 

And  yet  there 's  room  for  thousands  more. 

Waft  along  this  noble  vessel, 

All  ye  gales  of  gospel  grace, 
Carrying  every  faithful  sailor 

To  this  heavenly  landing-place. 

Her  sails  are  fill'd,  and  heavenly  breezes 

Gently  waft  the  ship  along ; 
All  the  sailors  are  rejoicing, 

Glory  bursts  from  every  tongue. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  63 

Come,  poor  sinners,  get  converted, 
Sail  with  us  o'er  life's  rough  sea ; 

Then  with  us  you  will  be  happy, 
Happy  through  eternity. 

I  love  Jesus,  hallelujah ! 

I  love  Jesus — yes  I  do  ! 
I  love  Jesus — he 's  my  Saviour ; 

Jesus  smiles,  and  loves  me  too. 


HEAVENLY    RAILROAD. 

The  line  to  heaven  by  Christ  was  made, 
With  heavenly  truth  the  rails  are  laid ; 
From  earth  to  heaven  the  line  extends, 
To  life  eternal,  where  it  ends. 
Chorus. — We're  going  home,  we're  going  home, 
we're  going  home, 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more,  to  die  no 

more  ; 
We  're  going  home,  to  die  no  more. 

Repentance  is  the  station  then 
Where  passengers  are  taken  in ; 
No  fee  for  them  is  there  to  pay, 
For  Jesus  is  himself  the  way. 

The  Bible  then  is  engineer, 
It  points  the  way  to  heaven  so  clear ; 
Through  tunnels  dark,  and  dreary  here, 
It  does  the  way  to  glory  steer. 

God's  love  the  fire,  his  truth  the  steam, 
Which  drives  the  engine  and  the  train  ; 
All  you  who  would  to  glory  ride, 
Must  come  to  Christ,  in  him  abide. 


64  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

In  first,  and  second,  and  third  class, 
Repentance,  faith,  and  holiness, 
You  must  the  way  to  glory  gain, 
Or  you  with  Christ  can  never  reign. 

Come  then,  poor  sinners,  now 's  the  time ; 

At  any  place  upon  the  line, 

If  you  repent  and  turn  from  sin, 

The  train  will  stop,  and  take  you  in. 


SELLING  HEAVEK 

"  Go,  bring  me,"  said  the  dying  fair, 

With  anguish  in  her  tone, 
"  Those  costly  robes  and  jewels  rare — 

Go,  bring  them  every  one." 
They  strew'd  them  on  her  dying  bed, 

Those  robes  of  princely  cost ; 
"  Father,"  with  bitterness  she  said, 

"  For  these  my  soul  is  lost ! 

"With  glorious  hopes  I. once  was  blest, 

Nor  fear'd  the  gaping  tomb ; 
With  heaven  already  in  my  heart 

I  look'd  for  heaven  to  come. 
I  heard  a  Saviour's  pard'ning  voice, 

My  soul  was  fill'd  with  peace ; 
Father,  you  bought  me  with  these  toys, 

I  barter'd  heaven  for  these. 

"Take  them,  they  are  the  price  of  blood  ; 

For  them  I  lost  my  soul ; 
For  them  must  bear  the  wrath  of  God 

While  ceaseless  ages  roll. 
Remember,  when  you  look  on  these, 

Your  daughter's  fearful  doom  ; 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  85 

That  she,  her  pride  and  thine  to  please, 
Went  quaking  to  the  tomb. 

"  Go,  bear  them  from  my  sight  and  touch ; 

Your  gifts  I  here  restore ; 
Keep  them  with  care — they  cost  you  much, 

They  cost  your  daughter  more. 
Look  at  them  every  rolling  year 

Upon  my  dying  day, 
And  drop  for  me  the  burning  tear," 

She  said,  and  sunk  away. 


THE  LAST  TRUMPET'S  SOUND. 

When  the  last  trumpet's  sound  shakes  the  earth  all 

around, 
And  the  dead  shall  arise,  and  ascend  to  the  skies, 
There  to  meet  Him  who  died,  with  his  glorious  bride, 
And  to  praise  him  forever  by  Immanuel's  side. 
Chorus. — Hallelujah  to  Jesus,  Amen  and  Amen, 
We  will  praise  him  forever,  again  and  again ; 
To  the  Lamb  that  was  slain,  and  who  liveth  again, 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen  and  Amen. 

There  the  apostolic  band,  with  the  uplifted  hand, 
Give  to  Jesus  the  praise  of  salvation  by  grace  ; 
And  the  martyrs  who  bled,  with  their  crown  on  their 

head, 
These  from  glory  to  glory  by  Jesus  are  led. 

There  a  Wesley  doth  stand  in  the  midst  of  the  band, 
With  his  bright  shining  face,  praising  God  for  free 

grace  ; 
And  a  Fletcher  unites  with  the  old  Israelites, 
Giving  glory  to  Jesus  in  rapturous  delight. 
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66  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Now  redemption  they  sing  to  their  glorious  King, 
Through  the  power  of  free  grace,  while  the  angels 

sing  bass ; 
How  it  rolls  o'er  the  plains,  in  what  glorious  strains ! 
O,  glory  to  Jesus,  forever  he  reigns. 

There,  array 'd  all  in  white,  saints  and  angels  unite, 
And  in  ecstasies  gaze  on  the  Ancient  of  Days ; 
In  harmonious  lays  all  their  voices  they  raise, 
And  all  heaven  is  fill'd  with  Immanuel's  praise. 


THE  NEW  GOSPEL  SHIP. 

I  Ve  shipp'd  on  board  the  gospel  ship — 

Come,  who  will  go  with  me  ? 
She 's  ready  now,  she 's  all  afloat, 
Your  passage  shall  be  free. 
Chorus. — Cheer  up,  all  hearts,  the  day  it  breaks, 
The  boats  are  crossing  o'er, 
The  sun  is  up,  the  night  is  past, 
Bright  angels  throng  the  shore. 

Her  keel  was  laid  in  perfect  love, 

When  first  her  work  begun ; 
And  modelled  by  the  powers  above, 

And  finish'd  by  the  Son. 

Her  sails  are  made  of  linen  white, 

And  all  so  neat  and  clean ; 
Her  decks  are  laid  with  gospel  grace, 

And  season'd  hard  within. 

Her  sides  are  seaPd,  and  all  so  tight, 

With  perfect  skill  and  ease ; 
Her  cabin 's  lined  with  gold  so  bright— 

Our  Captain  he  is  there. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  67 

Who  do  you  think  our  Captain  is  ? 

Or  do  you  know  his  name  ? 
'T  is  Jesus  Christ,  the  Father's  Son — 

Was  born  in  Bethlehem. 

Sometimes  the  waves  run  mountain  high, 

And  nothing  seems  to  yield ; 
By  faith  we  steer  our  gospel  ship — 

'T  is  love  that  turns  her  wheels. 

We  Ve  nail'd  our  colours  to  the  mast, 

And  firmly  we  declare 
We  '11  never  strike  while  time  doth  last, 

Or  Jesus  answers  prayer. 

The  Bible — yes,  it  is  our  chart — 

It  points  forever  true  ; 
Though  days  go  by,  and  years  are  past, 

Yet  it  is  always  new. 

You  ask  me  what's  the  song  we  sing; 

You  ask  me  how  we  fare : 
'T  is  glory  to  our  God  and  king, 

And  manna  every  hour. 

You  ask  me  where  my  ship  is  bound, 

And  what 's  the  wages  given  ? 
She  sails  the  world — yes,  all  around, 

And  anchors  safe  in  heaven. 


HOME    OF    THE    SOUL. 

O  where  can  the  soul  find  relief  from  its  foes, 
A  shelter  of  safety,  a  home  of  repose  ? 
Can  earth's  highest  summit,  or  deepest  hid  vale, 
Give  a  refuge  nor  sorrow  nor  sin  can  assail  ? 

No — no  !  there 's  no  home, 
There 's  no  home  upon  earth  ;  the  soul  has  no  home. 
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68  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Shall  it  leave  the  low  earth  and  soar  to  the  sky. 
And  seek  for  a  home  in  the  mansions  on  high  ? 
In  the  bright  realms  of  bliss  will  a  dwelling  be  given, 
And  the  soul  find  a  home  in  the  glory  of  heaven  I 

Yes — yes — there 's  a  home ; 
There's  a  home  in  high  heaven — the  soul  has  a  home, 

O  holy  and  sweet  its  rest  shall  be  there  ! — 
Free  forever  from  sin,  and  sorrow,  and  care ; 
And  the  loud  hallelujahs  of  angels  shall  rise, 
To  welcome  the  soul  to  its  home  in  the  skies ; 

Home — home — home  of  the  soul, 
The  bosom  of  God  is  the  home  of  the  soul. 


OUR  BONDAGE  IT  SHALL  END. 

Our  bondage  it  shall  end  by  and  by, 

From  Egypt's  yoke  set  free  ; 

Hail  the  glorious  jubilee, 
And  to  Canaan  we'll  return  by  and  by. 

Our  Deliverer  he  shall  come  by  and  by, 
And  our  sorrows  have  an  end, 
With  our  threescore  years  and  ten, 

And  vast  glory  crown  the  day  by  and  by. 

Though  our  enemies  are  strong,  we  '11  go  on ; 

Though  our  hearts  dissolve  with  fear, 

Lo  !  Sinai's  God  is  near, 
"While  the  fiery  pillar  moves  we'll  go  on. 

Though  Marah  has  bitter  streams,  we  '11  go  on ; 

Though  Baca's  vale  be  dry, 

And  the  land  yield  no  supply, 
To  a  land  of  corn  and  wine  we  '11  go  on. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  69 

And  when  to  Jordan's  floods  we  are  come, 

Jehovah  rules  the  tide, 

And  the  waters  he  '11  divide, 
And  the  ransomed  host  shall  shout,  we  are  come. 

Then  friends  shall  meet  again  who  have  loved, 

Our  embraces  shall  be  sweet, 

At  the  dear  Redeemer's  feet, 
When  we  meet  to  part  no  more  who  have  loved. 

Then  with  all  the  happy  throng  we  '11  rejoice, 

Shouting  glory  to  our  King, 

Till  the  vaults  of  heaven  ring, 
And  through  all  eternity  we  '11  rejoice. 


LAY  UP  NEARER,  BROTHER. 

The  New-England  Diadem  gives  its  readers  the  following  beauti- 
ful stanzas,  which  were  suggested  by  hearing  read  an  extract  of  a 
letter  from  Capt.  Chase,  giving  an  account  of  the  sickness  and  death 
of  his  brother-in-law,  Mr.  Brown  Owen,  who  died  on  his  passage  to 
California.  We  have  seldom  met  anything  so  painfully  interesting 
in  every  line,  and  it  will  be  read  with  ■  tearful  eyes  "  by  many  who 
have  lost  brothers,  fathers,  husbands,  or  sons  on  their  way  to,  or 
after  having  reached,  the  land  of  gold  and  of  graves. 

Lay  up  nearer,  brother,  nearer ; 

For  my  limbs  are  growing  cold, 
And  thy  presence  seemeth  dearer 

When  thy  arms  around  me  fold. 
I  am  dying,  brother,  dying, 

Soon  you  '11  miss  me  in  your  berth ; 
For  my  form  will  soon  be  lying 

'Neath  the  ocean's  briny  surf. 

Hearken  to  me,  brother,  hearken  ; 
I  have  something  I  would  say 


70  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Ere  the  veil  my  vision  darken, 
And  I  go'  from  hence  away : 

I  am  going,  surely  going, 

But  my  hope  in  God  is  strong ; 

I  am  willing,  brother,  knowing 
That  he  doeth  nothing  wrong. 

Tell  my  father,  when  you  greet  him, 

That  in  death  I  pray'd  for  him — 
Pray'd  that  I  might  one  day  meet  him 

In  a  world  that 's  free  from  sin ; 
Tell  my  mother,  (God  assist  her 

Now  that  she  is  growing  old,) — 
Tell,  her  child  would  glad  have  kiss'd  her 

When  his  lips  grew  pale  and  cold. 

Listen,  brother,  catch  each  whisper, 

'T  is  my  wife  I  'd  speak  of  now  : 
Tell,  O !  tell  her  how  I  miss'd  her, 

When  the  fever  burn'd  my  brow  ; 
Tell  her,  brother,  (closely  listen, 

Don't  forget  a  single  word,) 
That  in  death  my  eyes  did  glisten 

With  the  tears  her  rnem'ry  stirr'd. 

Tell  her  she  must  kiss  my  children, 

Like  the  kiss  I  last  impress'd  ; 
Hold  them  as  when  last  I  held  them, 

Folded  closely  to  my  breast ; 
Give  them  early  to  their  Maker, 

Putting  all  her  trust  in  God, 
.And  he  never  will  forsake  her, 

For  he  's  said  so  in  his  word. 

O,  my  children  !     Heaven  bless  them  ! 

They  were  all  my  life  to  me ; 
Would  I  could  once  more  caress  them 

Ere  I  sink  beneath  the  sea ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  7l 

'T  was  for  them  I  cross' d  the  ocean, 
What  my  hopes  were  I'll  not  tell, 

But  I  've  gain'd  an  orphan's  portion, 
Yet  He  doeth  all  things  well. 

Tell  my  sister  I  remember 

Ev'ry  kindly  parting  word, 
And  my  heart  has  been  kept  tender 

By  the  thoughts  their  mem'ry  stirr'd ; 
Tell  them  I  ne'er  reach'd  the  haven 

Where  I  sought  the  "  precious  dust," 
But  I  gain'd  a  port  called  Heaven, 

Where  the  gold  will  never  rust. 

Urge  them  to  secure  an  entrance, 

For  they  '11  find  their  brother  there  ; 
Faith  in  Jesus  and  repentance,    B 

Will  secure  for  each  a  share. 
Hark  !  I  hear  my  Saviour  speaking, 

'T  is  his  voice  I  know  so  well ; 
When  I  'in  gone,  O  do  n't  be  weeping, 

Brother,  here 's  my  last  farewell  ! 


THE    HAPPY    MAN. 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's 

ways, 
And  measures  out  his  span  to  his  God  in  prayer 

and  praise  ; 
His  God  and  his  Bible  are  all  he  desires, 
To  holiness  of  heart  he  continually  aspires  ; 
In  poverty  he  is  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has  a  Friend 
That  never  will  forsake  him,  though  the  world  shall 

have  an  end. 


72  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

He  rises  in  the  morning,  with  the  lark  he  tunes  his 

lays, 
And  offers  up  his  tribute  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 

praise ; 
And  then  to  his  labour  cheerfully  repairs, 
In  confidence,  believing  that  his  God  will  hear  his 

prayers ; 
"Whatever  he  engages  in,  at  home  or  abroad, 
His  object  is  to  honour  and  to  glorify  God. 

And  thus  you  have  his  history  through  life  from 

day  to  day — 
Religion  is  no  mystery  to  him,  it  is  a  beaten  way ; 
And  when  on  his  pillow  he  lies  down  to  die, 
In  hope  he  rejoices,  for  he  knows  his  Saviour's  nigh ; 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  flickering,  his  soul  on  wings 

of  love 
Flies  away  to  realms  of  glory,  there  to  reign  with 

Christ  above. 


THE   WIFE. 


She  clung  to  him  with  woman's  love, 

Like  ivy  to  the  oak, 
Whilst  o'er  his  head,  with  crushing  force, 

Earth's  chilling  tempests  broke. 

And  when  the  world  look'd  cold  on  him, 
And  blight  hung  o'er  his  name, 

She  soothed  his  cares  with  woman's  love, 
And  bade  him  rise  again. 

When  care  had  furrow'd  o'er  his  brow, 
And  clouded  his  young  hours, 

She  wove,  amidst  his  crown  of  thorns, 
A  wreath  of  love's  own  flow'rs. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  73 

And  never  did  that  wreath  decay, 

Or  the  bright  flow'ret  wither, 
For  woman's  tears  e'er  nourish'd  them, 

That  they  might  bloom  forever. 

'T  is  ever  thus  with  woman's  love, 
True  till  life's  storms  have  pass'd ; 

And,  like  the  vine  around  the  tree, 
It  braves  them  to  the  last. 


WHEN  JOSEPH  HIS  BRETHREN  BEHELD. 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld, 

Afflicted  and  trembling  with  fear, 
His  heart  with  compassion  was  fill'd, 

For  weeping  he  could  not  forbear.  ■ 
Awhile  his  behaviour  was  rough, 

To  bring  their  past  sins  to  their  mind, 
But  when  they  were  humbled  enough, 

He  hasten'd  to  show  himself  kind. 

How  little  they  thought  it  was  he 

Whom  they  had  ill-trea'ted  and  sold ! 
How  great  their  confusion  must  be 

As  soon  as  his  name  he  had  told  ! 
"I'm  Joseph  your  brother,'7  he  said, 

"  And  still  to  my  heart  you  are  dear ; 
You  sold  me,  and  thought  I  was  dead, 

But  God,  for  your  sakes,  sent  me  here." 

Though  greatly  distressed  before, 

When  charged  with  purloining  the  cup, 

They  now  were  confounded  much  more — 
Not  one  of  them  durst  to  look  up. 


?4  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

"Can  Joseph,  whom  we  would  have  slain, 

Forgive  us  the  evil  we  did  ? 
And  will  he  our  households  maintain  ? — 

O  this  is  a  brother  indeed !" 

Thus  dragged  by  my  conscience  I  came, 

And  laden  with  guilt,  to  the  Lord, 
Surrounded  with  terror  and  shame, 

Unable  to  utter  a  word. 
At  first  he  look'd  stern  and  severe ; 

What  anguish  then  pierced  my  heart ; 
Expecting  each  moment  to  hear 

The  sentence,  "  Thou  cursed,  depart !" 

But  O !  what  surprise  when  he  spoke, 

While  tenderness  beam'd  in  his  face ; 
My  heart  then  to  pieces  was  broke, 

O'erwhelm'd  and  confounded  by  grace. 
"  Poor  sinner,  I  know  thee  full  well — 

By  thee  I  was  sold  and  was  slain  ; 
But  I  died  to  redeem  thee  from  hell, 

And  raise  thee  in  glory  to  reign. 

"  I'm  Jesus,  whom  thou  hast  blasphemed, 

And  crucified  often  afresh ; 
But  let  me  henceforth  be  esteem'd 

Thy  brother,  thy  bone  and  thy  flesh ; 
My  pardon  I  freely  bestow, 

Thy  wants  I  will  fully  supply  ; 
I'll  guide  thee  and  guard  thee  below, 

And  soon  will  remove  thee  on  high." 

"  Go,  publish  to  sinners  around, 
That  they  may  be  willing  to  come, 

The  mercy  which  now  you  have  found, 
And  tell  them  that  yet  there  is  room." 


SPIRITUAL    SONG?.  75 

O,  sinners,  the  message  obey ! 

No  more  vain  excuses  pretend ; 
But  come,  without  further  delay, 

To  Jesus,  our  brother  and  friend. 


A   CALL    TO   SINNERS, 

O,  careless  sinner,  come, 

Pray  now  attend ; 
This  world  is  not  your  home, 
It  soon  will  end  ; 
Jehovah  calls  aloud,  Forsake  the  thoughtless  crowd, 
Pursue  the  road  to  God  and  happy  be. 

No  happiness  you'll  find 

While  thus  you  go, 
No  fear  unto  your  mind  ; 
But  fear  and  woe 
Attend  you  evVy  day,  while  far  from  God  you  stray, 
O,  sinners,  come  away  and  happy  be. 

Nor  do  I  call  alone ; 

The  Saviour  too, 
E'en  with  his  dying  groans, 
Cries,  Bid  adieu 
To  sin  and  folly  now,  and  to  his  sceptre  bow, 
And  he  will  tell  you  how  to  live  anew. 

But  if  you  still  refuse, 

Down,  down  you  '11  go, 
And  with  the  wicked  Jews 
The  road  to  woe. 
Alas!  how  can  you  Blight  the  rays  of  gospel  light, 
And  sink  in  endless  night,  where  silence  reigns. 


76  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

I  bid  you  all  farewell 
With  aching  heart, 
And  in  deep  sorrow  tell 
That  we  must  part, 
While  on  to  heav'n  we  go,  and  you  are  bound  to 
woe, 
Alas !  it  must  be  so,  if  you  rebel. 

I  look  on  you  again, 

And  hoping  say, 
Why  won't  you  leave  your  sins, 
And  come  away 
From  Satan's  cruel  pow'r,  and  live  forever  more, 
And  bless  the  joyful  hour  when  life  began. 

All  hail !   we  welcome  then 

Your  happy  flight 
From  Kedar's  tents  of  sin 
To  glory  bright. 
We  '11  travel  on  with  you,  and  bid  the  world  adieu, 
And  endless  joys  pursue  till  all  is  ours. 

Then  we  will  range  around 

The  peaceful  plains, 
Where  pleasure  hath  no  bounds, 
Where  glory  reigns. 
We  '11  fall  at  Jesus'  feet,  where  joys  are  all  complete, 
And  in  sweet  raptures  meet,  to  part  no  more. 


THE    SACRIFICE. 


The  morning  sun  rose  bright  and  clear, 
On  Abraham's  tent  it  gaily  shone, 

And  all  was  bright  and  cheerful  there, 
All  save  the  patriarch's  heart  alone. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  77 

While  God's  command  arose  to  mind, 

It  forced  into  his  eye  a  tear ; 
Although  his  soul  was  all  resign'd, 

Yet  nature  fondly  linger'd  there. 

The  simple  morning  feast  was  spread, 

And  Sarah  at  the  banquet  smiled ; 
Joy  o'er  her  face  its  lustre  spread, 

For  near  her  sat  her  only  child. 
The  charms  that  pleaesd  a  monarch's  eye, 

Upon  her  cheek  had  left  their  trace ; 
His  highly- augur' d  destiny 

Was  written  on  his  heavenly  face. 

The  groaning  father  turn'd  away, 

And  walk'd  the  inner  tent  apart ; 
He  felt  his  fortitude  decay, 

While  nature  wThisper'd  in  his  heart : 
O !  must  this  son,  to  whom  was  given 

The  promise  of  a  blessed  land, 
Heir  to  the  choicest  gifts  of  Heaven, 

Be  slain  by  a  fond  father's  hand  ? — 

This  son,  for  whom  my  eldest  born 

Was  sent  an  outcast  from  his  home, 
And  in  some  wilderness  forlorn 

A  savage  exile  doom'd  to  roam  ! 
But  shall  a  feeble  worm  rebel, 

And  murmur  at  a  father's  rod  ? 
Shall  he  be  backward  to  fulfil 

The  known  and  certain  will  of  God  ? 

Arise,  my  son !   the  cruet  fill, 

And  store  the  scrip  with  due  supplies  ; 
For  we  must  seek  Moriah's  hill 

And  offer  there  a  sacrifice. 


78  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

The  mother  raised  a  speaking  eye, 
And  all  a  mother's  soul  was  there; 

She  fear'd  the  desert  drear  and  dry, 
She  fear'd  the  savage  lurking  there. 

Abrah'm  beheld,  and  made  reply : 

On  Him  from  whom  our  blessings  flow, 
My  sister,  we  by  faith  rely  ; 

'Tis  God's  command,  and  we  must  go. 
The  duteous  son  in  haste  obey'd, 

The  scrip  was  fill'd,  the  mules  prepared, 
And  with  the  third  day's  twilight  shade 

Moriah's  lofty  hill  appear'd. 

The  menials  they  at  distance  wait, 

Alone  ascend  the  son  and  sire, 
The  wood  on  Isaac's  shoulder  laid, 

The  wood  to  build  his  funeral  pyre. 
No  passions  sway'd  the  father's  mind, 

He  felt  a  calm,  a  death-like  chill ; 
His  soul  was  chaste  and  all  resign'd, 

Bow'd  meekly,  though  he  shudder'd  still. 

While  on  the  mountain's  brow  they  stood, 

With  smiling  wonder  Isaac  cries  : 
My  father,  lo !  the  fire  and  wood, 

But  where 's  the  lamb  for  sacrifice  ! 
The  Holy  Spirit  stay'd  his  mind, 

While  Abrah'm  answer'd  low  and  calm, 
With  steady  voice,  and  look  resign'd, 

God  will  himself  provide  the  lamb. 

But  lo!  the* father  bound  his  son, 
And  laid  him  on  the  funeral  pile ; 

Aoid  then  stretch'd  forth  his  trembling  hand, 
And  took  the  knife  to  slay  his  child. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  79 

While  Abrah'm  raised  the  blade  full  high, 

To  execute  his  God's  command. 
An  angel's  voice,  as  from  the  sky, 

Cried,  Abrah'm,  spare  thine  only  son. 

But  let  no  pen,  profane  like  mine, 

On  holiest  themes  too  rashly  dare ; 
Turn  to  the  Book  of  books  divine, 

And  read  the  precious  promise  there. 
Ages  on  ages  roll'd  away, 

At  length  the  hour  appointed  came, 
When,  on  the  mountain  Calvary, 

God  did  himself  provide  the  Lamb. 


DANIEL  IN  THE  LIONS'  DEN. 

Among  the  Jewish  nations  one  Daniel  there  was 

found, 
Whose  unexampled  piety  astonish'd  all  around  ; 
They  saw  him  very  pious  and  faithful  to  the  Lord, 
Three  times  a  day  he  bowed  to  supplicate  his  God. 

Among  the  king's  high  princes  this  Daniel  was  the 

first, 
The  king  preferr'd  the  spirit  this  Daniel  did  possess  ; 
His  unexampled  piety  provoked  their  jealousy, 
The  princes  sought  his  ruin, — obtain'd  a  firm  decree. 

Should  any  man  or  woman  a  supplication  bring, 
For  thirty  days  ensuing,  save  unto  thee,  O  king, 
To  any  lord  or  master,  or  any  other  man, 
They  should  without  distinction  fall  in  the  lions'  den. 

But  now  when  Daniel  heard  it,  straight  to  his  house 

he  went, 
To  beg  his  God's  protection — 'twas  all  his  whole 

intent ; 


80  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

His  windows  being  open,  before  his  God  he  bow'd ; 
The  princes  were  assembled,  they  saw  him  worship 
God. 

They  came  to  King  Darius  and  spake  of  his  decree, 
Saying,  That  Hebrew  Daniel  doth  nothing  care  for 

thee: 
Before  his  God  he  boweth  three  times  in  every  day, 
With  all  his  windows  open,  and  we  have  heard  him 

pray. 

Now  when  Darius  heard  it,  his  soul  did  sore  lament ; 
He  set  his  heart  on  Daniel,  the  sentence  to  prevent : 
The  princes  then  assembled  and  to  the  king  they 

said, 
Remember  your  great  honour,  likewise  the  laws  you 

made. 

Darius  then  commanded  that.  Daniel  should  be 
brought, 

And  cast  into  the  lions'  den,  because  the  Lord  he 
sought ; 

The  king  then  said  to  Daniel,  That  God  whom  you 
adore, 

Will  save  you  from  the  lions,  and  bless,  you  ever- 
more. 

The  king  went  to  his  palace  and  fasted  all  the  night, 
He  neither  ate  nor  drank,  nor  in  music  took  delight ; 
So  early  the  next  morning  he  stole  along  the  way, 
And  came  unto  the  lions'  den,  where  this  bold  He- 
brew lay. 

Then  with  a  voice  of  mourning,  to  Daniel  cried 

aloud, 
Saying,  0  Dantel,  Daniel,  thou  servant  of  the  Lord, 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  81 

Is  not  thy  God  sufficient  for  to  deliver  thee  ? — 
That  God  in  whom  thou  trustest   and  serve  con- 
tinually. 

My  God  hath  sent  his  angel  and  shut  the  lions' 

jaws, 
So  that  they  have  not  hurt  me  my  enemies  they 

saw. 
Then  straight  the  kins:  commanded  to  take  him  out 

the  den ; 
Because  in  God  he -trusted,  no  harm  was  found  in 

him. 

See  how  the  faithful  Daniel  fear'd  not  the  face  of 

clay— 
'T  was  not  the  king's  commandment  that  made  him 

cease  to  pray  ; 
He  knew  that  God  was  with  him,  to  save  his  soul 

from  death  ; 
He  trusted  in  Jehovah,  and  pray'd  at  every  breath. 

SECOND    PART. 

Darius    then    commanded    those  wretches    to    be 

brought 
Who  had,  with  so  much  boldness,  the  life  of  Daniel 

sought ; 
On  women,  men  and  children  the  sentence  being 

pass'd, 
Among  the  angry  lions  those  sinners  then  were  cast. 

The  lions  rush'd  with  vengeance  upon  those  wicked 

men, 
And  tore  them  all  to  pieces  ere  they  to  the  bottom 

came  : 
Thus  God  will  save  his  children  who  put  their  trust 

in  him, 
And  punish  their  offenders  with  agonies  extreme. 
6 


82  SPIRITUAL    S0SG3. 

'T  was  tlien  a  proclamation  Darius  issued  forth, 
Commanding  all  the  people  that  dwelt  upon  the 

earth, 
To  fear  the  God  of  Daniel,  for  he's  the  living  God, 
"Whose  kingdom  is  forever,  and  shall  not  be   de- 
stroyed. 

He  maketh  signs  and  wonders  in  heaven  and  on 

earth, 
Who  hath  delivered  Daniel,  and   shut   the    lions' 

mouth ; 
Who  saved  the  Hebrew  children  when  cast  into  the 

flame ; 
Who  is  the  God  .of  heaven,  and  spreads  his  wide 

domain. 

This  Daniel's  God  is  gracious  to   all  his  children 

dear; 
He  gives  them  consolation,  and  tells  them  not  to 

fear ; 
He's  promised  to  support  them,  and  bring  them 

safe  to  dwell 
Eternally  in-  heaven,  but  dooms  their  foes  to  hell. 

Hark,  sinners  !  hear  the  gospel,  it  says  to  you  re- 
pent ; 

Come,  try  a  bleeding  Saviour,  for  you  his  blood  was 
spilt ; 

He  died  to  purchase  pardon*,  that  we  might,  by  his 
power, 

Escape  the  roaring  lion  that  seeks  us  to  devour. 

O  will  you  be  persuaded,  by  one  who  loves  your  soul, 
To  turn  and  seek  salvation,  w>ih  Christ  in  heaven  to 
dwell ; 


8PIRITUAL    SONGS.  83 

Come,  serve  the  God  of  Daniel,  't  is  Jesus  bids  you 

come, 
You  '11  find  a  hearty  welcome  in  Christ  the  bleeding 

Lamb. 

Glory  to  God  !  O  glory  !  for  his  redeeming  love ; 
Religion  makes  us  happy  here,  and  will  in  worlds 

above  ; 
We  '11  sing  bright  hallelujahs,  and   join  the  holy 

song, 
With  Moses,  Job,  and  Daniel,  and  all  the  heavenly 

throno*. 


WHITHER  GOEST   THOU,  PILGRIM  STRANGER? 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger, 
Wand'ring  through  this  lonely  vale  ? 
Know'st  thou  not  't  is  full  of  danger  ? 
And  will  not  thy  courage  fail  ? 
Chorus. — No,  I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glory  with  me  ? 
0  hallelujah!  O  hallelujah! 

I  'm  bound  for  the  kingdom, 
Will  you  go  to  glorv  with  me  ? 
O  hallelujah  !  O  hallelujah  I 

Pilgrim  thou  hast  justly  call'd  me, 
Passing  through  a  waste  so  wide  ; 

But  no  harm  will  e'er  befall  me 

While  I  'm  bleas'd  with  such  a  guide. 
For  I  'm  bound,  &c. 

Such  a  guide ! — no  guide  attends  thee, 
Hence  for  thee  my  fesn  arise  ; 

If  some  guardian  pow'r  befriend  thee, 
'Tis  unseen  by  mortal  eyes. 

O,  I  'm  bound,  tic. 


84  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Yes,  unseen ;  but  still  believe  me, 
Such  a  guide  my  steps  attend  ; 

He  '11  in  ev'ry  strait  relieve  me, 
He  will  guide  me  to  the  end. 
For  I  'm  bound,  &c. 

Pilgrim,  see  that  stream  before  thee, 
Darkly  winding  through  the  vale ; 

Should  its  deadly  waves  roll  o'er  thee, 
Would,  not  then  thy  courage  fail  ? 
No,  I  'm  bound,  &c. 

No,  that  stream  has  nothing  frightful, 
To  its  brink  my  steps  I  '11  bend ; 

Thence  to  plunge  't  will  be  delightful, 
There  my  pilgrimage  will  end. 
For  I  'm  bound,  &c. 

While  I  gazed,  with  speed  surprising 

Down  the  stream  she  plung'd  from  sight ; 

Gazing  still,  I  saw  her  rising 

Like  an  angel  clothed  with  light. 
O,  I  'm  bound,  &c. 

Cease,  my  heart,  this  mournful  crying, 
Death  will  burst  this  sullen  gloom  ; 

Soon  my  spirit,  flutt'ring,  flying, 
Will  be  borne  beyond  the  tomb. 
For  I  'm  bound,  &c. 


DANIEL'S    WISDOM. 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know, 
Stephen's  faith  and  spirit  show  ; 
John's  divine  communion  feel, 
Moses'  meekness,  Joshua's  zeal ; 
Run  like  the  unwearied  Paul, 
Win  the  day  and  conquer  all. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  85 

Mary's  love  may  I  possess, 
Lydia's  tender-heartedness ; 
Peter's  ardent  spirit  feel, 
James's  faith  by  works  reveal; 
Like  young  Timothy,  may  I 
Ev'ry  sinful  passion  fly. 

Job's  submission  may  I  show, 
David's  true  devotion  know  ; 
Samuel's  call  O  may  I  hear, 
Lazarus'  happy  portion  share ; 
Let  Isaiah's  hallow'd  fire 
All  my  new-born  soul  inspire. 

Mine  be  Jacob's  wrestling  prayer, 
Gideon's  steadfast,  valiant  care  ; 
Joseph's  purity  impart, 
Isaac's  meditating  heart; 
Abraham's  friendship  let  me  prove, 
Faithful  to  the  God  I  love. 

Most  of  all,  may  I  pursue 
That  example  Jesus  drew  ; 
By  my  life  and  conduct  show, 
How  he  lived  and  walk'd  below ; 
Day  by  day,  through  grace  restored, 
Imitate  my  blessed  Lord. 

When  those  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  those  wasting  lamps  are  dead ; 
When  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Youth,  and  fame,  and  power  are  laid; 
Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  wo  all  meet  again. 


3  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

HEAVENLY  SOUNDINGS. 

To  heav'n  I'm  bound  with  prosp'rous  gales, 
My  bark  by  grace  doth  safely  steer, 

And  going  under  gospel  sails, 

Celestial  prospects  bright  appear* — 

To  sound  her  ground  my  faith  now  springs, 

And  to  her  Author  thus  she  sings, 
" Thy  will  be  done!"" 

As  bearing  up  to  gain  the  port, 

A  blood-stain'd  cross  and  heav'n  in  view, 
A  Saviour's  wounds,  my  harbour — fort — 

The  beacon,  to  my  vessel  true ; 
Again  my  faith  her  soundings  tries, 
And  to  my  soul's  sure  Pilot  cries, 
"  A  blessed  hope  !" 

Now  as  the  blissful  shore  draws  near, 
With  transport  I  behold  the  place 

Where  dwells  my  friend,  my  Saviour  dear, 
And  long  with  joy  to  see  his  face  ; 

Once  more  my  faith  doth  try  her  ground, 
And  thus  reechoes  back  the  sound, 
"  Christ  is  my  rock  !" 


MY    FATHER'S   LAND. 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd, 

My  heart  and  my  treasure  are  there  ; 
Where  verdure  and  blossoms  never  fade, 
And  fields  are  eternally  fair. 
Chorus. — That  blissful  place  is  my  Father's  land, 
By  faith  its  delights  I  explore ; 
Come,  favour  my  flight,  angelic  band, 
And  waft  me  in  peace  to  that  shore. 


SPIRITUAL    SOXGS.  87 

Tnere  is  a  place  where  the  angels  dwell, 

A  pure  and  a  peaceful  abode  ; 
The  joys  of  that  place  no  tongue  can  tell, 

But  there  is  the  palace  of  God. 

There  is  a  place  where  my  friends  are  gone, 
Who  worshipped  and  suffered  with  me ; 

Exalted  with  Christ  high  on  his  throne, 
The  King  in  his  glory  they  see. 

There  is  a  place  where  I  hope  to  live, 

When  life  with  its  labours  is  o'er ; 
A  place  which  the  Lord  to  me  will  give, 

And  there  I  shall  suffer  no  more. 


THE    OLD    FAMILY    BIBLE. 
O  that  I  were  as  in  months  past. — Job  xxix,  2. 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 
Of  youthful  connexions  and  innocent  joy  ; 

When,  blest  with  parental  advice  and  affection, 
Surrounded  with   mercies,    with    peace  from  on 

I  still  view  the  chairs  of  my  sire  and  mother, 

The  seats  of  each  offspring  as  ranged  on  each 
hand, 

And  that  richest  of  books,  which  excell'd  every  other, 
The  Family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand — 

The  old-fashionM  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 

The  Family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

That  Bible,  the  volume  of  God's  inspiration, 

At  morn  and  at  evening  could  yield  us  delight ; 

And  the  prayer  of  our  sire  was  a  sweet  invocation, 
For  mercy  by  day  and  for  safety  through  night. 


88  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

Our  hymns  of  thanksgiving,  with  harmony  swelling, 
All  warm  from  the  hearts  of  the  family  band, 

Half  raised  us  from  earth  to  that  rapturous  dwelling 
Described  in  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand — 

The  old-fashion'd  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 

The  Family  Bible,  which  lay  on  the  stand. 

Ye  scenes  of  tranquillity,  long  have  we  parted ; 

My  hopes    almost    gone,    and    my  parents    no 
more, 
In  sorrow  and  sadness  I  live  broken-hearted, 

And  wander  unknown  on  a  far  distant  shore ; 
Yet  how  can  I  doubt  a  dear  Saviour's  protection, 

Forgetful  of  gifts  from  his  bountiful  hand ; 
O  let  me  with  patience  receive  his  correction, 

And  think  of  the  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand — r 
The  old-fashion'd  Bible,  the  dear  blessed  Bible, 
The  Family  Bible  that  lay  on  the  stand. 


WHY   THOSE   FEARS? 

Why  those  fears  ? — behold,  't  is  Jesus 
Holds  the  helm  and  guides  the  ship ; 

Spread  the  sails  and  catch  the  breezes 
Sent  to  waft  us  through  the  deep 

To  the  regions 
Where  the  mourners  cease  to  weep. 

Could  we  stay  where  death  was  hov'ring  ? 

Could  we  rest  on  such  a  shore  ? 
No,  the  awful  truth  discovering, 

We  could  linger  there  no  more  : 
We  forsake  it, 

Leaving  all  we  loved  before. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  *     89 

Though  the  shore  we  wish  to  land  on 

Only  by  report  is  known, 
Yet  we  freely  all  abandon, 

Led  by  that  report  alone, 
And  with  Jesus 

Through  the  trackless  deep  move  on. 

Led  by  that,  we  brave  the  ocean ; 

Led  by  that,  the  storms  defy  ; 
Calm  amidst  tumultuous  motion, 

Knowing  that  our  Lord  is  nigh : 
Waves  obey  him, 

And  the  storms  before  him  fly. 

Rendered  safe  by  his  protection, 
We  shall  pass  the  wat'ry  waste ; 

Trusting  to  his  wise  direction, 
We  shall  gain  the  port  at  last ; 

And  with  wonder 
Think  on  toils  and  dangers  past. 

O  !  what  pleasures  there  await  us  ! 

There  the  tempests  cease  to  roar ; 
There  it  is  that  those  who  hate  us 

Can  molest  our  peace  no  more : 
Trouble  ceases 

On  that  tranquil,  happy  shore. 


THE  WHITE   PILGRIM'S  GRAVE. 

I  came  to  the  spot  where  the  white  pilgrim  lay, 

And  pensively  sat  by  hi3  tomb, 
When,  in  a  low  whisper,  I  heard  some  one  say, 

"  How  sweetly  I  sleep  here  alone ! 


90  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

"  The  tempests  may  howl,  and  the  loud  thunders 
roll, 

And  gathering  storms  may  arise, 
Yet  calm  are  my  feelings,  at  rest  is  my  soul, 

The  tears  are  all  wiped  from  these  eye-8. 

"  The  cause  of  my  Master  compelled  me  from  home , 

I  bade  my  companion  farewell ; 
I  left  my  sweet  children,  who  now  for  me  mourn, 

In  far  distant  regions  to  dwell. 

"  I  wander'd,  an  exile  and  stranger  below, 

To  publish  salvation  abroad, 
The  trump  of  the  gospel  endeavoured  to  blow, 

Inviting  poor  sinners  to  God. 

"  But  when,  among  strangers  and  far  from  my  home, 

No  kindred  or  relative  nigh, 
I  met  the  contagion  and  sank  in  the  tomb. 

My  spirit  ascended  on  high. 

"  O  tell  my  companion,  and  children  most  dear, 
To  weep  not  for  Joseph,  though  gone ; 

The  same  Hand  that  led  me  through  scenes  dark 
and  drear 
Has  kindly  assisted  me  home." 


I  call'd  at  the  house  of  the  mourner  below, 

I  enter'd  the  mansion  of  grief ; 
The  tears  of  deep  sorrow  most  freely  did  flow — 

I  tried,  but  could  give  no  relief. 

There  sat  a  lone  widow  dejected  and  sad, 
By  affliction  and  sorrow  oppress'd ; 

And  here  were  her  children  in  mourning  array'd, 
And  sighs  were  escaping  each  breast. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  91 

I  spoke  to  the  widow  concerning  her  grief, 

I  ask'd  her  the  cause  of  her  woe  ; 
And  why  there  was  nothing  to  give  her  relief, 

Or  soothe  her  deep  sorrow  below. 

She  look'd  at  her  children,  then  look'd  upon  me ; 

That  look  I  can  never  forget ; 
More  eloquent  far  than  a  seraph  can  be, 

It  spoke  of  the  trials  she  met. 

"  The  hand  of  affliction  falls  heavily  now  ; 

I  am  left  with  my  children  to  mourn ; 
The  friend  of  my  youth  is  silent  and  low, 

In  yonder  cold  grave-yard  alone  ! 

"  But  why  should  I  mourn,  or  feel  to  complain, 

Or  think  that  fortune  is  hard  ? 
Have  I  met  with  affliction — 't  is  truly  his  gain — 

He's  enter'd  the  joy  of  his  Lord  ! 

"  His  work  is  completed  and  finish'd  below  ; 

His  last  tear  is  fallen,  I  trust ; 
He  has  preach'd  his  last  sermon  and  met  his  last 
foe  ; 

Has  conquer'd,  and  now  is  at  rest !" 


THE   RESURRECTION    HYMN. 

O,  they  crucified  my  Saviour ; 

O,  they  crucified  my  Saviour ; 

O,  they  crucified  my  Saviour, 

And  they  nail'd  him  to  the  cross : 
But  he  arose,  he  arose,  he  arose  from  the  dead  ; 
He  arose  and  went  to  heaven  on  a  cloud. 


92  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Then  Joseph  begg'd  his  body, 
And  he  laid  it  in  the  tomb. 
But  he  arose,  &c. 

Then  down  came  the  angels, 
And  they  roll'd  away  the  stone. 
Then  he  arose,  &c. 

O,  the  grave  it  could  not  hold  him, 
For  he  burst  the  bonds  of  death. 
Then  he  arose,  &c. 

Then  Mary  came  a-running, 
A-looking  for  her  Lord. 
But  he  arose,  &e. 

O,  where  have  you  laid  him  ? 
For  he  is  not  in  the  tomb. 
For  he  arose,  &c. 

Go,  tell  John  and  Peter 
I  have  risen  from  the  dead. 

Go,  tell  to  doubting  Thomas 
I  have  risen  from  the  dead. 

Then  our  hearts  they  burn'd  within  us 
As  he  talk'd  along  the  way. 

O,  why  stand  ye  gazing, 
O,  ye  men  of  Galilee  ? 

Don't  you  see  him  now  ascending, 
There  to  plead  for  you  and  me  ? 

In  the  world  there 's  tribulation, 
But  in  me  ye  shall  have  peace. 

By-and-by  we  '11  go  and  meet  him, 
Where  pleasures  never  die. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  93 


WHKN"  I  SET  OUT  FOR  GLORY. 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 
I  left  the  world  behind, 
Determined  for  a  city 

That 's  out  of  sight  to  find. 
Chorus. — And  to  glory  I  will  go, 

And  to  glory  I  will  go,  I  '11  go,  I  '11  go, 
And  to  glory  I  will  go. 

I  left  ray  worldly  honour, 

I  left  my  worldly  fame, 
I  left  my  young  companions, 

And  with  them  my  good  name. 

Some  said  I'd 'better  tarry, 

They  thought  I  was  too  young 

Then  to  prepare  for  dying, 
But  that  was  all  my  theme. 

Come,  all  my  loving  brethren, 

And  listen  to  my  cry  ; 
All  you  that  are  backsliders 

Must  shortly  beg  or  die. 

And  to  begging  I  will  go,  &c. 

The  Lord,  he  loves  the  beggar 

Who  truly  begs  indeed  ; 
He  always  will  relieve  him 

Whene'er  he  stands  in  need. 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  beg 

While  here  on  earth  I  stay ; 
I  'm  not  ashamed  to  watch, 

I  'm  not  ashamed  to  pray. 


94  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

The  richest  man  I  ever  saw 

Was  one  that  begg'd  the  most ; 

His  soul  was  fill'd  with  Jesus 
And  with  the  Holy  Ghost. 

And  now  we  are  encouraged, 

Come,  let  us  travel  on, 
Until  we  join  the  angels 

And  sing  the  holy  song. 

And  to  glory  we  will  go,  &c. 


THE   LITTLE    HYMN 

Come,  little  children,  now  we  may  partake  a  little 

morsel ; 
For  little    songs    and  little  ways  adorn 'd  a  great 

apostle : 
A  little  drop  of  Jesus'  blood  can  make  a  feast  of 

union  ; 
It  is  by  little  steps  we  move  into  a  full  communion. 

A  little  faith  does  mighty  deeds  quite  past  all  my 

recounting, 
Faith,  like  a  little  mustard -seed,  can  move  a  lofty 

mountain ; 
A  little  charity  and  zeal — a  little  tribulation — 
A  little  patience — makes  us  feel  great  peace  and 

consolation. 

A  little  cross  with  cheerfulness,  a  little  self-denial, 
Will  help  us  feel  our  troubles  less,  and  bear  the 

greater  trial ; 
The  Spirit,  like  a  little  dove,  on  Jesus  once  descended, 
To  show  his  meekness  and  his  lo?e  the  emblem  was 

intended. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  95 

The  title  of  the  little  Lamb  unto  our  Lord  was  given, 
Such  was  our  Saviour's  little  name,  the  Lord  of  earth 

and  heaven  ; 
A  little  voice  that's    small  and  still  can  rule  the 

whole  creation, 
A  little  stone  that  earth  shall  fill,  and  humble  every 

nation. 

A  little  zeal  supplies  the  soul,  it  doth  the  heart  in- 
spire ; 

A  little  spark  lights  up  the  whole  and  sets  the  crowd 
on  fire ; 

A  little  union  serves  to  hold  the  good  and  tender- 
hearted, 

It's  stronger  than  a  chain  of  gold  that  never  can 
be  parted. 

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Come,  let  us  labour  here  below — see  who  can  walk 
the  straightest ; 

For  in  God's  kingdom  all  must  know  the  least  shall 
be  the  greatest : 

O  give  us,  Lord,  a  little  drop  of  heavenly  love  and 
union  ; 

O  may  we  never,  never  stop,  short"  of  a  full  com- 
munion. 


Fear  not,  says  Christ,  ye  little  flock,  heirs  of  immor- 
tal glory, 

You  're  built  upon  the  surest  rock,  the  kingdom  's 
just  before  you ; 

Fight  on,  fight  on,  ye  heirs  of  bliss,  and  tell  the 
plea  . — 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end,  I  '11  bring  you 
home  to  glory  ! 


96  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

HOW  SWEET  THE  MEMORY  OF  THE  DEAD 

How  sweet  the  memVy  of  the  dead, 
While  sleeping  on  their  dusty  bed  ! 
Their  bodies  rest  in  silence,  where 
No  glimm'ring  sun  can  enter  there. 
Chorus. — We  are  passing  away, 
We  are  passing  away, 
We  are  passing  away, 
Like  a  long  summer's  day. 

Our  brother  he  is  dead  and  gone, 
He 's  gone  to  join  the  morning  song ; 
Ah  !  he  did  preach  till  almost  spent, 
And  then  gave  up  without  consent. 

He  told  us  that  his  work  was  done — 

He  pray'd  the  Lord  he  would  come  down  ; 

A  little  while  he  talk'd  and  pray'd, 

Then  clapp'd  his  hands,  and  thus  he  said : 

"  Children  of  Zion,  now  draw  near, 
And  hear  my  dying  speech  with  fear ; 
Have  I  done  all,  have  I  got  through, 
And  finish'd  all  I  had  to  do  f" 

Satan  tried  his  mind  to  cross, 
He  told  him  all  his  hopes  were  lost ; 
He  ask'd  the  Lord  to  give  a  sign 
If  he  was  born  of  blood  divine. 

A  light  from  heaven  did  appear, 
The  glory  of  the  Lord  was  there  ; 
I  thought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
"  Come  hither,  soul,  I  am  the  way  !" 

"  Satan,  leave,  for  I  must  go, 

The  Lord  has  calPd  me  from  below ; 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  91 

I  thank  my  G-od  for  what  he's  done, 
The  gift  of  his  beloved  Son  ! 

"  Jesus  me  a  sinner  sought — 
Was  not  mine  a  happy  lot  ? 
I  feel  my  Saviour  in  my  breast — 
I  want  to  go  and  be  at  rest !" 

I  saw  this  mighty  hero  fall — 
I  saw  him  burst  the  prison  wall — 
I  saw  him  when  he  took  his  flight 
To  dwell  among  the  saints  of  light. 

Could  he  another  life  live  o'er, 

He  'd  range  this  world  from  shore  to  shore  ; 

He  wore  the  mortal  body  down — 

He  wears  a  never-fading  crown. 

But  see  !  the  mighty  angels  call, 
They  take  him  round  the  city's  wall : 
"  Come  in  !"  they  cried,  u  the  war  is  o'er  !" 
And  then  I  saw  his  face  no  more. 


OUR  KINDRED  DEAR  TO  HEAVEN  HAVE  GONE. 

Our  kindred  dear  to  heaven  have  gone, 

We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory ; 
They  landed  safe — we  '11  follow  on, 

To  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 
Chorus. — We  're  marching  to  glory  ! 
We  're  marching  to  glory  ! 
We  're  marching  to  glory  ! 

To  meet  our.  friends  in  glory ! 
We  're  on  our  way  to  paradise, 
To  meet  our  friends  in  glory  ! 
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98  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

They  had  to  fight  their  passage  through — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory  ; 

But  conquer'd,  as  we  soon  shall  too, 
And  meet  our  Mends  in  glory. 

How  bright  the  crowns  their  temples  bear  !— 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory  ; 

Like  crowns  for  us  are  waiting  there— 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 

What  robes  they  wear  before  the  throne  ! — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory ; 

Such  glorious  robes  shall  be  our  own — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 

What  harps  of  gold  they  all  employ  ! — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory ; 

Such  harps  our  hands  shall  strike  with  joy — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 

What  notes  divine  are  on  their  tongues ! — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory  ; 

And  raise  with  them  our  rapt'rous  songs — 
We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 

We're  marching  forward  heart  and  hand, 

To  meet  our  friends  in  glory  ; 
And  soon,  in  one  united  band, 

We  '11  meet  our  friends  in  glory. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


99 


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Amid  the  children — and  enough 

For  them  and  thee  to  eat :" 
"  Alas,  for  me  !"  the  child  replied, 

In  tones  of  deep  despair ; 
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I  have  no  father  there  !" 

4.  0,  hour  of  fate  !  when  from  the  skies, 

With  notes  of  deepest  dread, 
The  far  resounding  trump  of  God 

Shall  summon  forth  the  dead — 
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SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

THE  FAMILY  BIBLE. 

[Adapted  to  the  preceding  tune.'] 

1.  This  Book  is  all  that 's  left  me  now  ; 

Tears  will  unbidden  start ; 
With  falt'ring  lip  and  throbbing  brow, 

I  press  it  to  niy  heart : 
For  many  generations  pass'd, 

Here  is  our  family-tree  ; 
My  mother's  hands  this  Bible  clasp'd  ; 

She,  dying,  gave  it  me. 

2.  Ah  !  well  do  I  remember  those 

YvThose  names  these  records  bear ; 
Who  round  the  hearth-stone  used  to  close, 

After  the  evening  prayer, 
And  speak  of  what  these  pages  said, 

In  tones  my  heart  would  thrill ! 
Though  they  are  with  the  silent  dead, 

Here  are  they  living  stilL 

3.  My  father  read  this  holy  Book 

To  brothers,  sisters  dear — 
How  calm  was  my  poor  mother's  look, 

Who  loved  God's  word  to  hear! 
Her  angel  face— I  see  it  yet ! 

What  thronging  memories  come! 
Again  that  little  group  is  met, 

Within  the  walls  of  home. 


Thou  truest  friend  man  ever  knew, 

Thy  constancy  I  've  t?ied  ; 
When  all  were  false  I  've  found  thee  true, 

My  counsellor  and  guide. 
The  mines  of  earth  no  treasure  give, 

That  could  this  volume  buy — 
In  teaching  me  the  way  to  live, 

It  taught  me  how  to  die. 


102 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


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2.  Cold,  on  his  cradle,  the  dew-drops  are  shining ; 

Low  lies  his  bed  with  the  beasts  of  the  stall ; 
Angels  adore  him,  in  slumber  reclining, — 
Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour,  of  all. 

3.  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  devotion, 

Odours  of  Eden,  and  offerings  divine? 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of  the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from  the  mine  ? 

4.  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation  ; 

Vainly  with  gifts  would  his  favour  secure  ; 
Richer  by  far  is  the  heart's  adoration ; 
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SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


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3.  Four  and  twenty  elders  rise 

From  their  princely  station : 
Shout  his  glorious  victories, 

Sing  the  great  salvation  : 
Cast  their  crowns  before  his  throne ; 
Cry,  in  reverential  tone, 
"  Glory  be  to  God  alone, 
Holy,  holy,  holy  One." 

4.  Hark  !  the  thrilling  symphonies 

Seem,  methinks,  to  seize  us  ; 
Join  we  to  the  holy  lays — 

"Jesus!  Jesus!  Jesus!" 
Sweetest  sound  in  seraph's  song ; 
Sweetest  note  on  mortal  tongue  ; 
Sweetest  carol  ever  sung : 
44  Jesus  !  Jesus  I"  flow  along. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


105 


THE  OLD  ISRAELITES.    12  &  9. 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  107 

3. 

The  way  is  all  new,  as  it  opens  to  view, 

And  behind  is  a  foaming  Red  Sea  ; 
So  none  now  need  to  speak  of  the  onions  and  leeks, 

Or  to  talk  about  garlics  to  me  : 
On  Jordan's  near  side  I  can  never  abide  ; 

For  no  place  here  of  refuge  I  see, 
Till  I  come  to  the  spot,  and  inherit  the  lot 

Which  the  Lord  God  will  give  unto  me. 
4. 
What  though  some  in  the  rear  preach  up  terror  and  fear, 

And  complain  of  the  trials  they  meet? 
Though  the  giants  before  with  great  fury  do  roar, 

I  'm  resolved  I  will  never  retreat. 
We  are  little,  7t  is  true,  and  our  numbers  are  few, 

And  the  sons  of  old  Anak  are  tall ; 
But  while  I  see  a  track  I  will  never  go  back, 

But  go  on  at  the  risk  of  my  all. 
5. 
Now  the  bright  morning  dawns  for  the  camps  to  move  on, 

And  the  priests  with  their  trumpets  do  blow  : 
As  the  priests  give  the  sound,  and  the  trumpets  resound, 

All  my  soul  is  exulting  to  go. 
If  I'm  faithful  and  true,  and  my  journey  pursue 

Till  I  stand  on  the  heavenly  shore, 
I  shall  joyfully  see,  what  a  blessing  to  me 

Was  the  mortifying  cross  which  I  bore. 

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All  my  honours  and  wealth,  all  my  pleasures  and  health, 

I  am  willing  should  now  be  at  stake  ; 
If  my  Christ  I  obtain,  I  shall  think  it  great  gain, 

For  the  sacrifice  which  I  shall  make  : 
When  I  all  have  forsook,  like  a  bubble  't  will  look, 

From  the  midst  of  a  glorified  throng, 
Where  all  losses  are  gaiu,  where  each  sorrow  and  pain 

Are  exchanged  for  the  conqueror's  song. 


108 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  109 


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But  hunger,  shame,  and  fear  ? 
My  father's  house  abounds  with  bread, 
While  I  am  starving  here. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 

3.  I  '11  go,  and  tell  him  all  I  ;ve  done, 

Fall  down  before  his  face — 
Unworthy  to  be  call'd  his  son, 
I  ;11  seek  a  servant's  place. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 

4.  His  father  saw  him  coming  back  ; 
.     He  saw,  and  ran,  and  smiled, 

And  threw  his  arms  around  the  neck 
Of  his  rebellious  child. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 

5.  Father,  I  've  sinn'd — but  0  forgive ! 

Enough,  the  father  said ; 
Rejoice,  my  house,  my  son  's  alive, 
For  whom  I  mourn'd  as  dead. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 

6.  Now  let  the  fatted  calf  be  slain, 

And  spread  the  news  around ; 
My  son  was  dead,  but  lives  again — 
Was  lost,  but  now  is  found. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 

7.  'T  is  thus  the  Lord  his  love  reveals, 

To  call  poor  sinners  home ; 
More  than  a  father's  love  he  feels, 
And  welcomes  all  that  come. 
I  '11  die  no  more,  &c. 


110 


SriRITtJAL    SONGS. 


THE  FAITHFUL  SENTINEL,    lis  &  12s. 

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For  the  love  of  his  Lord,  and  to  seek  for  the  lost : 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


Ill 


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Soon,  a-las  !  was  his  fall, — but  he  died  at   his   post. 


2. 

The  stranger's  eye  wept,  that,  in  life's  brightest  bloom, 
One  gifted  so  highly  should  sink  to  the  tomb  ; 
For  in  ardour  he  led,  in  the  van  of  the  host, 
And  he  fell  like  a  soldier, — he  died  at  his  post. 


He  wept  not  himself  that  his  warfare  was  done — 

The  battle  was  fought,  and  the  victory  won  ; 

But   he  whisper'd  of  those  whom  his  heart  loved  the 

most, — 
"Tell  my  brethren,"  said  he,  "that  I  died  at  my  post." 


He  ask'd  not  a  stone,  to  be  sculptured  in  verse  ; 
He  ask'd  not  that  fame  should  his  merits  rehearse  : 
But  he  ask'd  as  a  boon,  when  he  gave  up  the  ghost, 
That  his  brethren  might  know  that  he  died  at  his  post. 

5. 

Victorious  his  fall — for  he  Tose  as  he  fell, 
With  Jesus,  his  Master,  in  glory  to  dwell ; 
He  has  pass'd  o'er  the  sea — he  has  reach'd  the  bright 

coast — 
For  he  fell  like  a  martyr, — he  died  at  his  post. 


A.nd  can  we  the  words  of  our  brother  forget  1 
O  no  ! — they  are  fresh  in  our  memory  yet : 
An  example  so  sacred  shall  never  be  lost ; 
We  will  fall  in  the  work, — we  will  die  at  our  post 


112 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


THE  DYING  BOY.     6,  10,  10,  4 

MUSIC  BY  REV.  W.  F.  FARRINGTON. 


Mmmmm^Mi 


1.    Mother,  I  ;m  d y  -  ing    now !    There  's  a  deep 


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hea-vy  hand  my  bosom  press'd;  And  on  my  brow 

2.  I  feel  the  cold  sweat  stand ; 

My  lips  grow  dry  and  tremulous — my  breath 
Comes  feebly  up — 0  tell  me,  Is  this  death  ? 
Mother,  your  hand — 

3.  Here  ;  lay  it  on  my  wrist, 

And  place  the  other  thus  beneath  my  head  ; 
And  say,  sweet  mother,  say,  when  I  am  dead, 
Shall  I  be  miss'd  ? 


SPIRITUAL    SONG 3.  113 

4.  0,  at'the  time  of  prayer, 

When  you  look  round  and  see  my  vacant  seat, 
You  will  not  wait  then  for  my  coming  feet — 
You'll  miss  me  there.  * 

5.  Never,  beside  your  knee, 

Shall  I,  again,  kneel  down  at  night  to  pray ; 
Nor  with  the  morning  wake,  and  sing  the  lay 
You  taught  to  me. 

6.  Father,  I  'm  going  home, 

To  that  good  home  you  spoke  of — that  blest  land, 
Where  it  is  one  bright  summer  always,  and 
Storms  do  not  come. 

7.  T  must  be  happy  there ; 

From  pain  and  death,  you  say,  I  shall  be  free — 
That  sickness  never  enters  there,  and  we 
Shall  meet  again ! 

8.  Brother,  the  little  spot 

I  used  to  call  my  garden,  where,  long  hours, 
We  've  stay'd  to  watch  the  budding  things  and  flowers. 
Forget  it  not. 

9.  Plant  there  some  box  or  pine, 
Something  that  lives  in  winter,  and  shall  be 
A  verdant  offering  to  my  memory, 

And  call  it  mine. 

10.  Sister,  the  young  rose-tree 

That  all  the  spring  has  been  my  pleasant  care, 
Just  putting  forth  its  leaves,  so  green  and  fair,        *■ 
I  give  to  thee. 

11.  And  when  its  roses  bloom, 

I  shall  be  gone  away — my  short  life  done ! 
But  will  you  not  bestow  a  single  one 
Upon  my  tomb  ? 

12.  Now,  mother,  sing  the  tune 

You  sung  last  night — I  ;m  weary  and  must  sleep— 
Who  was  it  call'd  my  name  ? — nay,  do  not  weep — ■ 
You  '11  all  come  soon. 
8 


114 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  BURIAL  OF  MRS.  JUDSON * 

POETRY  BY  H.  S.  WASHBURN— MUSIC  BY  L.  HEATH. 


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1.  Mournful  - 1  j,  ten-der-ly,  Bear  on  the  dead; 

2.  Mournful -ly,   ten-der-ly,  Solemn  and  slow— 


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Where  the  war-rior  has  lain,   Let  the  Christian  be  laid ; 
Tears      are    be  -  dew-ing      The    path   as      ye    go ; 


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No    place  more  be  -  fit  -  ting — 0    Rock     of    the    sea ! 
Kin  -  dred    and       strangers    Are  mourners    to  -  day — 

—-jri^ztz^i-^7tr'tri  ■  r  ft '-.  «,  ?§. 


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Nev  -  er  such  trea  -  sure   Was    hid  -  den       in    thee,- 
Gent  -  ly,     so   gent  -  ly,      O      bear    her      a  -  way,— 

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°  At  St.  Helena,  September,  1845. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


115 


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Nev  -  er    such    trea  -  sure  Was    hid  -  den    in     thee. 
Gent-ly,       so      gent  -  ly,       0      bear    her      a  -  way. 

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3.  Mournfully,  tenderly, 

Gaze  on  that  brow — 
Beautiful  is  it 

In  quietude  now; 
One  look  !  and  then  settle 

The  loved  to  her  rest — 
The  ocean  beneath  her, 

The  turf  on  her  breast. 

4.  So  have  ye  buried  her — 

Up !  and  depart, 
To  life  and  to  duty 

With  undismayed  heart : 
Fear  not — for  the  love 

Of  the  stranger  will  keep, 
The  casket  that  lies 

In  the  Rock  of  the  deep. 

5.  Peace  to  thy  bosom, 

Thou  servant  of  God ! 
The  vale  thou  art  treading, 

Before,  thou  hast  trod  : 
Precious  dust  thou  hast  laid 

By  the  Ilopia  tree, 
And  treasure  as  precious 

In  the  Rock  of  the  sea ! 
30 


116 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  RULER'S  DAUGHTER,    lis. 
<\b-h-A*T* — '  jHw*H-^-HtH 1-  rM-f- 


1.    A  father  is  praying  The  Saviour  to  hear, 
2.  "  My  dear  little  daughter,  I  fear  she  will  die ! 


. . .1 

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For  his  daughter    is     dy-ing,  With   no  help-er  near ; 
Thou  mer-ci-ful   Sa-viour,   at -tend  to    my  cry! 

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Be  -  seeching  him  greatly,     he     falls  at    his   feet, 
If    thou  wilt  but  touch  her,  she  sure-ly    will   live— 

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z^z^fc=:?z:*:±— :^--z-—i*=:*z:i:±^zt! 

And  his  sto-ry     of    sor-row,     0   hear  him  re  -  peat : 
Then  to  thee  all  the    glo  -  ry,    0    Je  -  sus,  I  '11  give." 

:H=3==i:SEzg3l^ig 
::  :?z:?±z5:I|zz:fz:?:f  tzzG 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


117 


3. 
And  Jesus  went  "with  him ; — but  soon  it  was  said 
To  the  heart-stricken  father,  "Thy  daughter  is  dead! 
Why  trouble  the  Master,  thy  woes  to  relieve  ?" — 
But  the  kind  Saviour  whispered,  "  Now,  only  believe." 

4. 
They  came  to  the  house — and  the  mourners  were  there, 
And,  with  weeping  and  wailing,  were  rending  the  air ; 
But  Jesus  reproved  them  :  "  Why  do  ye  thus  weep? 
For  the  maid  is  not  dead — she  is  only  asleep  I" 

5. 
0  see!  w^h  a  touch  how  the  maiden  awakes, 
Whfti  the  mighty  Physician  her  hand  gently  takes ! 
And,  see !  from  her  features  pale  death  quickly  flies, 
At  the  voice  of  the  Saviour — "  0  damsel,  arise  \" 


FOUNTAIN.    C.  M. 


1.    There    is    a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood,Drawn 


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from  Im  -  man-uel's  veins  ;  And  sinners,  plunged  be- 

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118 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


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neath  that  flood,  Lose  all  their  guil  -  ty  stains, — Lose 


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all  their  guilty  stains. 


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2.  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  may  I,  though  vile  as  he, 
Wash  all  my  sins  away. 

3.  Thou  dying  Lamb !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power, 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more, 

4.  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply, 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme, 
And  shall  be,  till  I  die. 

5.  Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 

I  '11  sing  thy  power  to  save, 
When  this  poor  lisping,  stammering  tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave. 


SPIRITUAL    SONUS. 


119 


TRIUMPH.      10s.  REV.  A.  D.  MERRILL. 

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1.     Joy-ful-ly,  joy-ful-ly,   on-ward   I    move, 
2.  Friends  fondly  cherished  have  passed  on  before ; 


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Bound  for   the   land   of  bright  spi  -  rits      a  -  bove  ; 
Wait-ing,  they  watch  me   ap-proach-ing   the    shore  ; 


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An  -  ge  -  lie    cho  -  ris  -  ters  sing,    as     I     come, 
Sing-ing,  to   cheer  me  thro7  death's  chilling  gloom, 


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Joy-ful-ly,  joy-ful-ly   haste    to     thy   home." 
Joy-  ful  -  lv,  joy  -  ful  -  ly   haste    to     thv   home." 

\  r  -Mi  r^—rr— ] 

-I-<3--J 


#»#  i»i  r    r    i  j1.. 


120 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


3C 


Soon,  with  my    pil  -  grimage   end  -  ed    be  -  low, 
Sounds  of  sweet  me  -  lo  -  dy    fall    on    my    ear; 

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Home  to      the   land    of  bright  spi-rits    I       go ; 
Harps  of     the  bless  -  ed,  your   voi  -  ces    I       hear ! 


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Pil  -  grim  and  stran-ger  no   more  shall   I     roam- 
Rings  with  the    har  -  mo  -  ny    heaven's  high  dome- 


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Joy  -  ful  -  ly,   joy  -  ful  -  ly    rest  -  ing     at    home. 
"Joy-ful-ly,  joy  -  ful  -  ly    haste  to     thy   home/7 


y-*s-m  §  r  , ,  ■.,r~ro — r — rr~nfi 

— »---F— w11 x I-e-J- 

>  1^      |    For  third  verse,  see  the  following  page. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  121 

3.  Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me  low  ; 
Strike,  King  of  terrors — I  fear  not  the  blow ; 

Jesus  hath  broken  the  bars  of  the  tomb : 

Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn  ; 
Death  shall  be  banish VI — his  sceptre  be  gone  ; 

Joyfully  then  shall  I  witness  his  doom — 

Joyfully,  joyfully — safely  at  home. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  VICTOR. 

[Adapted  to  the  preceding  tune.'] 

1.  Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay ; 
Happy  the  soul  that  goes  bounding  away — 
Singing,  as  upward  it  hastes  to  the  skies, 
"  Victory  !  victory  ! — homeward  I  rise." 
Many  the  toils  it  has  passed  through  below, 
Many  the  seasons  of  trial  and  woe ; 

Many  the  doubtings — it  never  should  sing 
"  Victory  !  victory  \"  thus  on  the  wing. 


There  lies  the  wearisome  body  at  rest ; 
Closed  are  its  eyelids,  and  quiet  its  breast ; 

But  the  glad  spirit,  on  pinions  of  light, 

"  Victory  !  victory  !;;  sings  in  its  flight. 
While  we  are  weeping  our  friends  gone  from  earth, 
Angels  are  singing  their  heavenly  birth — 

44  Welcome,  0  welcome  to  our  happy  shore ; 

Victory !  victory ! — weep  ye  no  more." 


How  can  we  wish  them  recalled  from  their  home, 

Longer  in  sorrowing  exile  to  roam  ? 

Safely  they  passed  from  their  troubles  beneath, 
"Victory!  victory !"  shouting  in  death. 

Thus  let  them  slumber,  till  Christ  from  the  skies, 

Bids  them  in  glorified  bodies  arise — 

Singing,  as  upward  they  spring  from  the  tomb, 
44  Victory  I  victory  I — Jesus  hath  come  V 


122 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


OFT  IN  THE  STILLY  NIGHT. 


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1.  Oft    in 

2.  While  I 


the   stil-ly  night,  Ere  slumber's  chain  hath 
re  -  member  all  The  friends  so  link'd  to- 


eiSH^l! 


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bound    me,      Fond     mem-'ry  brings  the    light     Of 
ge    -    ther,      I  've      seen     a  -  round  me    fall,      By 


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o  -  ther  days  a  -  round  me  :    The  joys,  the  tears,  of 
sin's  sub-du-ing   pow  -  er,         I      feel  like 'one  now 


— z-zqz:zspszz=p:czsi 
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iziiziizz^zz 


ear  -  ly  years,  The  vows  to  Heaven  then  spo  -  ken  ;  Those 
left    a  -  lone  ;  My    Sa  *  viour  I      de  -  sert  -  ed ;       My 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  123 


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*- -*» — ! 1 — -H ^ — I 1 \* — k*H 1 -f- 

youthful  hopes,  now  dhnm'd  and  gone,Those  sacred  vows  now 
hopes  are  fled — my  comforts  dead — And  Mer-cy  hath    de- 


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bro   -   ken !    Thus,      in      the      stil  -  ly   night,    Ere 
part    -    ed !     Thus,      in      the      stil  -  ly   night,     Ere 

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slum-ber's  chain  hath     bound     me,        Sad     mem  -  \ry 
slum-ber's  chain  hath     bound     me,       Sad     mem  -  'ry 


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brings  the  light    Of     o  -  ther  days      a  -  round    me. 
brings  the  light    Of     o  -  ther  days      a  -  round    me. 

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124 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


ALL  IS  WELL.    10,  3,  8.    c.  dingley. 


dfcfe 


Newly  arranged  by  the  Author. 


1.  What 's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my 

2.  Weep  not,  my  friends,  my  friends,  weep  not  for 


gilJispgpggil 


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frame  ?       Is 
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death  ?- 
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death  ? 
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That    soon  will  quench,  will  quench  this  vi  -  tal 
My      sins   are      par  -  don'd,  par-don'd  ;  I      am 


*  y  * — i — i ^_ j_ — ^ — ^ — ^.-j 


flame ;       Is 
free !      All 


death  ?— Is 
well,— All 


death  ? 
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SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


125 


If    this    be   death,       I      soon  shall     be     From 
There 's  not    a     cloud    that  doth     a  -  rise,      To 


—0—tB 0 »-- r — »—r T 

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eve-ry    pain     and    sor- row  free — I    shall  the  King 
hide  my  Sa  -  Tiour  from  my  eyes — I  soon  shall  mount 

-0 0 0— -  -0— r f» j—^ 0— 

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\0  »  •~mi\ 


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up-per  skie3 ! 


well, — All  is   well, 
well, — All  is  well. 


Tune,  tune  your  harps — your  harp3,  ye  saints  in  glory ! 

All  is  well, — All  is  well : 
I  will  rehearse — rehearse  the  pleasing  story; 
All  is  well, — All  is  well : 
Bright  angels  are  from  glory  come; 
They  're  round  my  bed — they  're  in  my  room — 
They  wait  to  waft  my  spirit  home ! 
All  is  well, — All  is  well. 


126 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


SONNET. 


8s  &  4 


iz^ij-Tilziq^iiizizl^^ 


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1.  When  for  e-ternal  worlds  we  steer,  And  seas  are 


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z^zqz:, 

calm,  and  skies  are  clear,  And  faith  in  live  -  ly  ex  -  er- 


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for  joy  then  claps  her  wings, And  loud  her  lovely 
.XI 

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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  127 

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sonnet  sings,  Vain  world,  adieu !  Vain  world,  a-dieu  ! — And 


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loud  her   love-ly    son-net  sings,  Yain  world,     a  -  dieu  ! 

2 


2.  With  cheerful  hope  her  eyes^explore 
Each  landmark  on  the  distant  shore ; 
The  trees  of  life,  the  pastures  green, 
The  golden  streets,  the  crystal  stream ; 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  loud  her  lovely  sonnet  sings — 

Vain  world,  adieu ! 

3.  The  nearer  still  she  draws  to  land, 
More  eager  all  her  powers  expand ; 
With  steady  helm,  and  free-bent  sail, 
Her  anchor  drops  within  the  veil : 
Again  for  joy  she  claps  her  wings, 
And  her  celestial  sonnet  sings — 

Glory  to  God ! 


128 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  HAPPY  MAN. 


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1.  How  hap-py    is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's 

2.  He  rises  in  the  morning ;  with  the  lark  he  tunes  his 


— fe-  A  ri>-^"-t^-~^TT  i    i — «+- -  *-# — 


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ways,  And  measured  out  his  span  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 
lavs,   And  of  -  fers   up    a  tribute  to  his  God  in  prayer  and 


3 


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praise  ;  His  God   and  his  Bi  -  ble  are  all  that  he  de  -  sires — 
praise  ;  And  then  to   his  la  -  hour  he  cheerfully    re -pairs, 


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To    ho  -  li-ness  of    heart    he  con  -  tin-ual  -  ly  as-pires  ; 
In   con-fi-dence  he  -  lieving  that  God  will  hear  his  prayers  : 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  129 


In    po  -  ver-ty  he  's  happy,  for  he  knows  he  has  a  Friend, 
What-ev-er  he    en  -  gages   in,  at    home    or  •  a  -  broad, 


3= 

Who  never  will  forsake  him  till  the  world  shall  have  an  end. 
His    ob-ject  is   to  honour  and  to     glo  -  ri  -  f y  his  God. 

-F-+#-*-i — \-+\—\ — ! — h-+^--e ri-H 


3. 
In  sickness,  pain,  and  sorrow,  he  never  will  repine, 
While  he  is  drawing  nourishment  from  Christ  the  living 

vine  ; 
When  trouble  presses  heavily  he  leans  on  Jesus'  breast, 
And  in  his  precious  promises  he  finds  a  Cjiiiet  rest: 
The  yoke  of  Christ  is  easy,  and  his  burden  always  light ; 
He  lives — nor  is  he  weary  till  Canaan  heaves  in  sight. 

4. 

;T  is  thus  you  have  his  history  through  life,  from  day  to 

day  : 
Religion  is  no  mystery ; — with  him  'tis  a  beaten  way  : 
And  when  upon  his  pillow  he  lies  down  to  die, 
In  hope  he  rejoices,  for  he  knows  his  God  is  nigh : 
And  when  life's  lamp  is  nickering,  his  soul,  on  wings  of 

love, 
Away  to   realms  of  glory  flies,   to  reign   with   Christ 

above. 

9 


130 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


UNITY.    S.  M. 


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1.     Let    par   -   ty    names      no    more      The 


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Head, —  Are       one         in     Christ       their  Head. 


SPIRITUAL    SOXGS. 

2.  Among  the  saints  on  earth 

Let  mutual  love  be  found  ; 
Heirs  of  the  same  inheritance, 
With  mutual  blessings  crownM. 

3.  Let  envy  and  deceit 

Be  banish'd  far  away  ; 
And  all  in  Christian  bonsls  unite, 
Who  all  one  Lord  obey. 

4.  Thus  will  the  Church  below 

Resemble  that  above : 
Where  streams  of  bliss  forever  flow, 
And  every  heart  is  love. 


131 


EXPERIENCE.    8,5,8,5,5,7,5,4. 


1.  I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth,  For    un- 

2.  I  have   wan  -  der'd   in    ma-zes  dark,  Of  doubt 

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fading    joy;        I   have  tried  eve-ry  source  of  mirth,  But 
and  dis  -  tress  :      I  have  not  had   a  kindling  spark,  My 


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132 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


all,  all  will  cloy :  Lord,  be  -  stow  on  me  Grace  to  se^t  the 
spi-rit   to   bless  :  Cheerless   un  -  be-lief  FilPd  my  lab-'ring 


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spi-rit  free  ;  Thine  the  praise  shall  be — Mine,  mine  the  joy. 
soul  with  grief ;  What  shall  give  relief  ?  What  shall  give  peace? 


9— © — ^-i-— I FT 

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3.  I  then  turn'd  to  thy  gospel,  Lord, 

From  folly  away ; 
I  then  trusted  thy  holy  word, 
That  taught  me  to  pray ; 
Here  I  found  release ; 
Weary  spirit  here  found  rest — 
Hope  of  endless  bliss — 
Eternal  day. 

4.  I  will  praise  now  my  Heav'nly  King — 

I  '11  praise  and  adore ; 
The  heart's  richest  tribute  bring, 
To  thee,  God  of  power ; 
And  in  heaven  above — 
Saved  by  thy  redeeming  love — 
Loud  the  strains  shall  move, 
Forever  more. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS; 


133 


THE  PUKE  TESTIMONY. 
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134 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


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SPIRITUAL    SOXGS.  185 

2. 

Is  not  the  time  come  for  the  Church  to  be  gather'd 

Into  the  one  Spirit  of  God  ? 
Baptized  by  one  Spirit,  into  the  one  body, 

Partaking  Christ's  flesh  and  his  blood  ? 
They  drink  in  one  Spirit,  which  makes  them  all  see 
They  're  one  in  Christ  Jesus,  wherever  they  be — 
The  Jew  and  the  Gentile,  the  bond  and  the. free. 

3. 
Then  blow  ye  the  trumpet  in  pure  testimony, 

And  let  the  world  hear  it  again ; 
0  come  ye  from  Babylon,  Egypt,  and  Sodom, 

And  make  your  way  over  the  plain. 
t!ome,  wash  all  your  robes  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb, 
And  walk  in  the  Spirit  through  Jesus's  name — 
In  the  pure  testimony  you  will  overcome. 

4. 
The  world  will  not  persecute  those  who  are  like  them, 

But  hold  them  the  same  as  their  own ; 
The  pure  testimony  cries  out,  "  separation," 

Which  causes  false  teachers  to  frown ; 
Come  out  from  foul  spirits  and  practises  too, 
The  track  of  your  Saviour  keep  still  in  your  view — 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  the  way  through. 


A  battle  is  coming  between  the  two  kingdoms, 

The  armies  are  gathering  round  ; 
The  pure  testimony  and  vile  persecution 

Will  come  to  close  contest  ere  long; 
Then  gird  on  your  armour,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  will  direct  you  by  his  living  word; 
The  pure  testimony  will  cut  like  a  sword. 

6. 
The  great  prince  of  darkness  is  must'ring  his  foi 

To  make  you  his  pris'ners  again, 
By  slanders,  reproaches,  and  vile  persecution, 

That  you  in  his  cause  may  remain; 
Then  shun  his  temptations  wherever  they  lie, 
And  feaar  not  his  servants  whatever  they  say  ; 
The  PURE  TESTIMONY  will  give  you  the  day. 


136 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


GOSPEL  FKEEDOM.    8s  &  7s. 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS 

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131 


z=:z:^:=^z:?zi?z:t3-^?^z:^z± 

cleanse  you  from  all  sin  :    Sanc-ti  -  fy  and  make  you 

zfir^=:*z:fzfcz:Eez;Sz±az:^=:iz:*=± 

1 a 1 L 


2. 

Though  you  have  much  peace  and  comfort, 

Greater  things  you  yet  may  find ; 
Freedom  from  unholy  tempers, 

Freedom  from  the  carnal  mind. 
To  procure  your  perfect  freedom, 

Jesus  suffered,  groaned,  and  died ; 
On  the  cross  the  healing  fountain 

Gushed  from  his  wounded  side. 


Be  as  holy  and  as  happy, 

And  as  useful  here  below, 
As  it  is  your  Father's  pleasure ; 

Jesus,  only  Jesus,  know. 
None  but  holy  ones  can  enter 

To  the  pure  celestial  sphere  ; 
Let  me  ask  the  solemn  question— 

Has  the  Lord  a  witness  here  ? 


138 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  VOYAGE.    H.  M, 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  139 

2. 

Sometimes  temptations  blow 

A  dreadful  hurricane  ; 
And  high  the  waters  flow, 
And  o'er  the  sides  break  in ; 
But  still  my  little  ship  outbraves 
The  blust'ring  winds  and  surging  waves, 

3. 

When  I,  in  my  distress, 

My  anchor,  hope,  can  cast 
Within  the  promises, 
It  holds  my  vessel  fast ; 
Safely  she  thenjit  anchor  rides, 
Mid  stormy  winds  and  swelling  tides. 

4. 
But  when  a  heavenly  breeze 

Springs  up  and  fills  my  sail, 
My  vessel  goes  with  ease 
Before  the  pleasant  gale  ; 
And  runs  as  much  an  hour,  or  more, 
As  in  a  month  or  two  before. 

5. 
The  Bible  is  my  chart, 

By  it  the  seas  I  kn^w  ; 
I  cannot  with  it  part, 
It  rocks  and  sands  doth  show  ; 
It  is  a  chart  and  compass  too, 
Whose  needle  points  forever  true. 

G. 
When  through  the  voy'ge  1  get, 

(Though  rough,  it  is  but  short,) 
The  pilot  angels  meet 
To  bring  me  into  port ; 
And,  when  I  land  on  that  blest  shore, 
1  shall  be  safe  forever  more. 


140 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


ORESTES.    8s  &  7s..        L.  Thompson. 


1.    Yain  are    all    ter  -  res  -  trial  plea-sures ; 


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Let    our    best    af  -  fec-tions  cen  -  tre     On      the 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


141 


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things    a  -  round  the  throne :  There  no    thief   can 


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Earthly  joys  no  longer  please  us  ; 

Here  would  we  renounce  them  all ; 
Seek  our  only  rest  in  Jesus, — 

Him  our  Lord  and  Master  call. 
Faith,  our  languid  spirits  cheering, 

Points  to  brighter  worlds  above ; 
Bids  us  look  for  his  appearing ; 

Bids  us  triumph  in  his  love. 

3. 

May  our  light  be  always  burning, 

And  our  loins  be  girded  round, 
Waiting  for  our  Lord's  returning, — 

Longing  for  the  welcome  sound. 
Thus  the  Christian  life  adorning, 

Never  need  we  be  afraid, 
Should  he  come  at  night  or  morning, 

Early  dawn  or  evening  shade. 


142 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 


WHEN  SHALL  WE  ALL  MEET  AGAIN  ? 


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2.  Tho'  in  dis-tant  lands  we  sigh,  Parch'd  beneath  a 

3.  When  these  burnish'd  locks  are  grey,  Thinn'd  bv  many  a 

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burn  -  ing  sky ;      Tho'     the   deep   be  -  tween  us     rolls, 

toil-spent  day ;    When   a  -  round  this  youth-ful    pine 


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Oft  shall  wea-ried  love 
Friendship  shall  u  -  nite  our   souls ; 
Moss  shall  creep  and  i  -  vy   twine  ; 

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sor  -  row  reign,  Ere  we  all  shall  meet  a  -  gain, 
wide  do  -  main,  Oft  shall  we  all  meet  a  -  gain, 
bower   re  -  main  :)  Here  may  we    all      meet    a  -  gain. 


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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  143 

4.    When  the  dreams  of  life  are  fled, 
When  its  wasted  lamp  is  dead, 
"When,  in  cold  oblivion's  shade, 
Beauty,  wealth,  and  fame  are  laid  ; 
"Where  immortal  spirits  reign, 
There  may  we  all  meet  again. 

Note. — This  poetry,  it  is  said,  was  "composed  and  sung  by  three 
Indians,  who  were  educated  at  Dartmouth,  at  their  last  interview 
before  leaving  college,  in  an  enchanting  bower,  whither  they  had 
often  resorted,  and  in  the  midst  of  which  grew  a  'youthful  pine.' 
Nearly  half  a  century  afterwards  they  providentially  met  again — 
the  recollection  of  bygone  days  drew  them  to  the  same  spot,  and, 
at  a  meeting  still  more  affecting,  they  composed  and  sung  the  fol- 
lowing."— Tradition. 

THE  MEETING.- 

1.  Parted  many  a  toil-spent  year, 
Pledged  in  youth  to  mem'ry  dear ; 
Still,  to  friendship's  magnet  true, 
We  our  social  joys  renew  ; 
Bound  by  love's  unsever'd  chain, 
Here,  on  earth,  we  meet  again. 

2.  But  our  bower,  sunk  to  decay, 
Wasting  time  has  swept  away  ; 
And  the  youthful  evergreen, 
Lopp'd  by  death,  no  more  is  seen  ; 
Bleak  the  winds  sweep  o'er  the  plain, 
WThen,  in  age,  we  meet  again. 

3.  Many  a  friend  we  used  to  greet, 
Here,  on  earth,  no  more  we  meet : 
Oft  the  fun'ral  knell  has  rung ; 
Many  a  heart  has  sorrow  stung, 
Since  we  parted  on  this  plain, 
Fearing  ne'er  to  meet  again. 

4.  Worn  with  toil,  and  sunk  with  years, 
We  shall  quit  this  vale  of  tears  ; 
And  these  hoary  locks  be  laid 

Low  in  cold  oblivion's  shade  ; 

But,  where  saints  and  angels  reign, 

Wre  all  hope  to  meet  again  ! 


144  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

THE  CHAEIOT.    12s. 


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SPIRITUAL    POX  OS.  145 


The  trumpet !  the  trumpet !  the  dead  all  have  heard  ; 
Lo  !  the  depths  of  the  stone-cover'd  charnel  are  stirr'd  ! 
From  the  sea,  from  the  earth,  from  the  south,  from  the 

north, 
All  the  vast  generations  of  men  are  come  forth. 

4. 
The  judgment !  the  judgment ! — the  thrones  all  are  set, 
Where  the  Lamb  and  the  white-vested  elders  are  met ! 
There  all  flesh  is  at  once  in  the  sight  of  the  Lord, 
And  the  doom  of  eternity  hangs  on  his  word. 


0  mercy  !  0  mercy  ! — look  down  from  above, 
Great  Creator,  on  us,  thy  sad  children,  with  love! 
When  beneath  to  their  darkness  the  wicked  are  driven, 
May  our  justified  souls  lind  a  welcome  in  heaven  ! 


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1.    "When  converts  first  be  -  gin     to      sing — 
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146 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


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2.    They  wonder  why  old  saints  do  n't  sing- 
Wonder,  wonder,  wonder; 

And  make  God's  earthly  temples  ring — 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 

They  view  themselves  upon  the  shore — 
Glory,  hallelujah ! 

And  think  the  battle  all  is  o'er — 
Sing,  Glory,  hallelujah! 


3.    The  Bible  now  appears  so  plain — 

Wonder,  wonder,  wonder ; 
They  wonder  they  should  read  in  vain — ■ 

Glory,  hallelujah! 
The  air  is  all  perfumed  with  love — 

Glory,  hallelujah! 
And  earth  appears  like  heaven  above — 

Sing,  Glory,  hallelujah  \ 


BI'IRITUAL    SOXGS. 


147 


YE  SHALL  SEE  ME. 


1.  We  shall  see  a  light  appear,  By-and-by,  -when  He 

2.  "We  shall  shout  above  the  fire,  By-and-by,when  He 


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3.  We  shall  see  Him  as  He  is, 

By-and-by,  when  He  comes — 
We  shall  see,  &c. 

4.  We  shall  walk  the  golden  streets, 

By-and-by,  when  He  comes — 
We  shall  walk,  &c. 
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148 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


TIJE  SAINT'S  SWEET  HOME.    lis. 


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In  the  path  -  way  of    sin      I     con  • 


mu-nion  with  saints! 
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Je  -  bus    at    home — 
led  me  from  home — 

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SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


149 


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Sa-viour,  for    hea-vcn,  my  home. 

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3.    . 

The  pleasures  of  earth  I  have  seen  fade  away  ; 
They  bloom  for  a  season,  but  soon  they  decay ; 
But  pleasures  more  lasting  in  Jesus  are  given, 
Salvation  on  earth  and  a  mansion  in  heaven — 
Home,  home,  &c. 

4. 

Allure  me  no  longer,  ye  false  glowing  charms  I 
The  Saviour  invites  me — I'll  go  to  his  arms; 
At  the  banquet  of  mercy,  I  hear  there  is  room ; 

0  there  may  I  feast  with  his  children  at  home — 

Home,  heme,  &c. 

5. 
Farewell,  vain  amusements — my  follies,  adieu ; 
While  Jesus,  ajid  heaven,  and  glory  I  view, 

1  feast  on  the  pleasures  that  flow  from  his  throne, 
The  foretaste  of  heaven,  sweet  heaven,  my  home— 

Home,  home,  &c. 

G. 

The  days  of  lny  exile  are  passing  away, 

The  time  is  approaching  when  Jesus  will  say, 


150  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Well  done,  faithful  servant,  sit  down  on  my  throne, 
And  dwell  in  my  presence,  forever  at  home. 
Home,  home,  &c. 

7. 
Affliction,  and  sorrow,  and  death  shall  be  o'er, 
The  saints  will  unite  to  be  parted  no  more ; 
Their  loud  hallelujahs  fill  heaven's  high  dome, 
They  dwell  with  their  Saviour  forever  at  home. 

Home,  home — sweet,  sweet  home, — 
Receive  me,  dear  Saviour,  to  glory,  my  home. 


THE  PROMISES. 

[Adapted  to  the  tune  on  the  following  page] 

1.  How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid  for  your  faith,  in  his  excellent  word ! 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he  hath  said, 
You,  who  unto  Jesus  for  refuge  have  fled  ? 

2.  In  every  condition,  in  sickness  or  health, 
In  poverty's  vale,  or  abounding  in  wealth ; 
At  home,  or  abroad,  on  the  land,  on  the  sea, 

As  thy  days  may  demand  shall  thy  strength  ever  be. 

3.  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call  thee  to  go, 
The  rivers  of  woe  shall  not  thee  overflow  ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  troubles  to  bless, 
And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  distress. 

4.  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  pathway  shall  lie, 
My  grace,  all  sufficient,  shall  be  thy  supply ; 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee — I  only  design 
Thy  dross  to  consume  and  thy  gold  to  refine. 

5.  Even  down  to  old  age,  all  my  people  shall  prove 
My  sovereign,  eternal,  unchangeable  love ; 

And  when  hoary  hairs  shall  their  temples  adorn, 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  on  my  bosom  be  borne. 

6.  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  doth  lean  for  repose, 
I  will  not,  I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes ; 

That  soul  though  all  hell  should  endeavor  to  shake, 
I  '11  never — no,  never — no,  never  forsake.     - 


SPIRITUAL    8QNGS. 


151 


DELAY  NOT.     lis. 


1.     J)e  -  lay  not,  de  -  lay  not — 0    sin-ner,  draw  near  ; 
Xo  price  is  de-mand-ed— the   Sa-viour  is  here ; 


The   wa  -  ters   of    life   are  now  flow  -  ing   for    thee : 
Re  -  demp-tion  is    purchased — sal-va  -  iion    is      free  ! 


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2.  Delay  not,  delay  not — why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus  thy  God  ? 
A  fountain  is  open'd — how  canst  thou  refuse 
To  wash  and  be  cleansed  in  his  pard'ning  blood  ? 

3.  Delay  not,  delay  not,  0  sinner,  to  come — 

For  mercy  still  lingers,  and  calls  thee  to-day ; 

Her  voice  is  not  heard  in  the  shades  of  the  tomb — 

Her  message,  unheeded,  will  soon  pass  away. 

4.  Delay  not,  delay  not — the  Spirit  of  grace, 

Long  grieved  and  resisted,  may  take  its  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish  thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's  night. 

6.  Delay  not,  delay  not — the  hour  is  at  hand  ; 

The  earth  shall  dissolw,  and  the  heavens  si  mil  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judgment  shall  stand  ; 
What  helper,  then,  sinner,  shall  lend  thee  his  aid? 


152 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  BANK  OF  HEAVEN.    C.  M. 

Tune— ZERATI. 


1.  I    have      a      nev  -  er  -  fail  -  ing  bank,      A 

2.  *T  is  when   my  stock   is   spent  and  gone,     And 


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"bank  is  half   so  rich — How  then  can  I 
has-ten     to  my  bank,   And  beg   a      lit    - 
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SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  153 

3.  Sometimes  my  Banker,  smiling,  says 

14  Why  don't  you  oft'ner  come? 
And,  when  you  draw  a  little  note, 
Why  not  a  larger  sum  ? 

4.  "  Why  live  so  niggardly  and  poor  ? 

Your  bank  contains  a  plenty  ; 
Why  come  and  take  a  one-pound  note, 
When  you  might  have  a  twenty? 

5.  "  Yea,  twenty  thousand,  ten  times  told, 

Is  but  a  trifling  sum, 
To  what  your  Father  has  laid  up, 
Secure  in  God  his  Son." 

6.  Since  then  my  Banker  is  so  rich, 

I  have  no  cause  to  borrow  : 

I  '11  live  upon  my  cash  to-day, 

And  draw  again  to-morrow. 

7.  I've  been  a  thousand  times  before, 

And  never  was  rejected  ; 
Sometimes  my  Banker  gives  me  more    - 
''  Than  ask'u  for  or  expected. 

8.  Sometimes  I've  felt  a  little  proud, 

I  've  managed  things  so  clever  ; 
But  ah !  before  the  day  was  gone 
I've  felt  as  poor  as  ever. 

9.  Sometimes  with  blushes  on  my  face, 

Ju^t  at  the  door  I  stand  ; 

I  know  if  Moses  keep  me  back, 

I  surely  must  be  damn'd. 

10.  I  know  my  bank  will  never  break — 

No,  it  can  never 'fail : 
The  firm — Three  persons  in  one  God ; 
Jehovah — Lord  of  all ! 

11.  Should  all  tho  banks  of  Britain  break, 

The  Bank  of  England  smash — 

Bring  in  your  notes  *o  Zion's  bank, 

You  '11  surely  have  your  cash. 


154  SPIRITUAL   SONGS. 

12.  And  if  you  have  but  one  small  note, 

Fear  not  to  bring  it  in ; 
Come  boldly  to  this  bank  of  grace — 
The  Banker  is  within. 

13.  All  forged  notes  will  be  refused, 

Man's  merits  are  rejected; 
There's  not  a  single  note  will  pass 
That  God  has  not  accepted. 

14.  'T  is  only  those  beloved  of  God, 

Redeem'd  by  precious  blood, 
That  ever  had  a  note  to  bring — 
These  are  the  gifts  of  God. 

15.  Though  thousand  ransom'd  souls  may  say, 

They  have  no  notes  at  all — 
Because  they  feel  the  plague  of  sin, 
So  ruin'd  by  the  fall: 

16.  This  bank  is  full  of  precious  notes, 

All  signed,  and  seal'd,  and  free — 
Though  many  doubting  souls  may  say, 
There  is  not  one  for  me. 

17.  Base  unbelief  will  lead  the  child 

To  say  what  is  not  true ; 
I  tell  the  soul  who  feels  self-lost, 
These  notes  belong  to  you. 

18.  The  leper  had  a  little  note — 

"  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  thou  can !" 
The  Banker  cash'd  his  little  note, 
And  heal'd  the  sickly  man. 

19.  We  read  of  one  young  man,  indeed, 

Whose  riches  didPabound ; 
But  in  the  Banker's  book  of  grace, 
This  man  was  never  found. 

20.  But  see  the  wretched  dying  thief, 

Hang  by  the  Banker's  side  : 
He  cried,  "  Dear  Lord,  remember  me !w 
He  got  hi3  cash — and  died. 


INDEX  TO  HYMNS. 


All  is  Well Page  124 

Backslider's  kament,  the 122 

Backslider's  Return,  the .' 45 

Bank  of  Heaven,  the 152 

Bible,  the 42 

Burial  of  Mrs.  Judson,  the 114 

Call  to  Sinners,  a 75 

Chariot,  the 144 

Christian's  Experience,  the 131 

Christian's  Farewell 55 

Christian's  Farewell,  the 24 

Christian  Soldier,  the GO 

Christian's  Song,  the 26 

Christian  Victor,  the 121 

Christian's  Voyage,  the 138 

Christ  in  the  Garden 11 

Christ's  Crucifixion 13 

Cross,  the 48 

Daniel  in  the  Lion's  Den 79 

Daniel's  Wisdom <v  t 

Delay  not 151 

Description  of  the  Children  of  God 5 

Dieslrse 21 

Dying  Boy,  the 112 

Dying  Girl  to  her  Sister,  the 26 

Efficacy  of  the  Atoning  Blood 117 

Faithful  Sentinel,  the 110 

Family  Bible,  the 101 

Glory  be  to  God  alone 103 

Good  Morning,  Brother  Pilgrim 57 

Gospel  Ship,  the G2 

Gospel  Steamer,  the 10 

Happy  Man,  the 71,  128 

Heavenly  Pilgrim,  the 15 

Heavenly  Railroad (>:j 

Heavenly  Soundings ,  8G 


156  INDEX    TO    HYMNS. 

He  doeth  all  things  well Page  32 

Here  is  a  Band  of*  Brethren  dear 18 

Hermit,  the 53 

Home  in  Heaven 47 

Home  of  the  Soul 67 

How  sweet  the  Memory  of  the  Dead 96 

I  have  no  Father  there 105 

Indian's  Experience,  the 54 

Knights  of  Malta 50 

Last  Trumpet's  Sound,  the 65 

Lay  up  nearer,  Brother 69 

Life  of  a  Christian,  the 3 

Little  Hymn,  the 91 

Magnetic  Telegraph,  the 39 

March  around  Jerusalem 19 

Meal  and  Cruse  of  Oil,  the 4 

Ministry  of  Angels,  the 43 

Missionary's  Grave,  the 61 

Mote  and  Beam,  the ., >. 30 

Mountaineer's  Farewell,  the 56 

My  Father's  Land 86 

Narrow  Way,  the 51 

New  Gospef  Ship,  the 66 

Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night ,..  122 

Old  Family  Bible,  the z 87 

Old  Israelites,  the 105 

Old  Oak-Tree,  the 28 

One  in  Christ  Jesus 130 

Our  bondage  it  shall  end 68 

Our  Kindred  dear  to  Heaven  have  gone 97 

Prayer 38 

Prodigal's  Return,  the 108 

Promises,  the 15G 

Pure  Testimony,  the 133 

Resurrection  Hymn,  the 91 

Ruler's  Daughter,  the < 116 

Sacrifice,  the 76 

Saint's  Sweet  Home,  the 148 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour? 8 

Star  in  the  East,  the 102 

Scattered  Household,  the 33 

Selling  Heaven 64 

Sceptic,  spare  that  Book 9 

Slave's  Appeal,  the 29 


INDEX  TO    FIRST    LINES    OF    HYMNS.  157 

Tempest,  fhe Page    34 

They  know  not  what  they  do 35 

Three  Friends,  (the) — The  Separation 142 

"      Meeting 143 

Triumph  of  the  Christian 119 

Vain  world,  adieu  ! 126 

Vaudois  Teacher,  the....*. 40 

Warning  to  Sinners,  a 6 

Weary  at  Rest,  the * 17 

We've  found  the  Rock 23 

When  I  set  dut  fur  Glory 93 

When  Joseph  his  Brethren  beheld 73 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 142 

White  Pilgrim's  Grave,  the 89 

Whither  iroest  thou,  Pilgrim  Stranger? 83 

Whv  those  fears?...! 88 

Wife,  the , 7 J 

Worldly  Pleasures  renounced 140 

Ye  shall  see  me 117 

Young  Lady's  Experience,  the 40 

Young  Convert,  the •. 145 


INDEX  TO  FIRST  LINES  OF  HYMNS. 


Adieu!  adieu!  I'm  dying  BOW Pacre  24 

A  father  is  praying  the  Saviour  to  hear 116 

A  few  more  days  on  earth  to  spend „ 55 

Afflictions,  though  they  seem  severe 106 

Along  the  smooth  and  slender  wires 39 

A  mixture  of  joy  and  trouble  I  daily  do  pass  through 3 

Among  the  Jewish  nations  one  Daniel  there  was  found....  7 9 

Away  from  his  home,  and  the  friends  of  his  youth 110 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  morning 102 

Brother,  thou  art  gone  before  us 17 

Burst,  ye  emei  aid  gates,  and  bring 103 

By  the  poor  widow's  oil  and  meal 

Come,  all  you  knights,  you  knights  of  Malta 50 

Come,  little  children.  n'>\v  we  may  partake  a  littl 
Com-',  ye  that  love  the  Lord 


158  INDEX  TO   FIRST   LINES   OF  HYMNS. 

Daniel's  wisdom  may  I  know Page    84 

Dark  and  thorny  is  the  desert 15 

Day  of  wrath,  that  clay  of  burning 21 

Delay  not,  delay  not — 0  sinner,  cfraw  near 151 

Enlisted  with  Jesus  to  fight  against  sin 60 

"Go,  bring  me,"  said  the  dying  fair 64 

Good  morning,  brother  pilgrim 57 

Happy  the  spirit  released  from  its  clay 121 

Here  is  a  band  of  brethren  dear 18 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the  Lord 150 

How  happy  is  the  man  who  has  chosen  wisdom's  ways. 71, 128 

How  painfully  pleasing  the  fond  recollection 87 

How  sweet  the  mem'ry  of  the  dead 96 

I  came  to  the  spot  wfcere  the  white  pilgrim  lay -89 

I  have  a  never-failing  Bank 152 

I  have  sought  round  the  verdant  earth 131 

I  'm  tired  of  visits,  modes,  and  forms 48 

In  a  lone,  silent  spot,  'neath  the  sad  drooping  willow 01 

In  de  dark  wood,  no  Indian  nigh 54 

I  received  a  gospel  letter 10 

I  remember  how  I  loved  her,  when  a  little  guiltless  child     32 

I  saw  a  wide  and  well-spread  board 99 

I  've  shipp'd  on  board  the  gospel  ship 66 

Joyfully,  joyfully,  onward  I  move 119 

Lay  up  nearer,  brother,  nearer 69 

Let  party  names  no  more 130 

Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature  complaints ...  148 

Mother,  I'm  dying  now 112 

Mother,  what  makes  my  father  gone? 35 

Mournfully,  tenderly,  bear  on  the  dead 114 

My  brother,  will  you  meet  me 19 

O,  brethren,  I  have  found 26 

O,  careless  sinner,  come 75 

Oft  in  the  stilly  night 122 

0,  God,  thou  great  Creator 29 

(),  lady  fair!  "these  silks  of  mine 40 

Once  I  loved  my  Redeemer,  his  tioek  and  his'  fold 45 

0,  they  crucified  my  Saviour 91 

Our  bondage,  it  shall  end  by-and-by 68 

Our  kindred  dear  to  heaven  have  gone 97 

O,  where  is  my  father — my  guardian,  my  guide ?>/> 

O,  where  can  the  soul  find  relief  from  its  foes 67 

Parted  many  a  toil-spent  year 143 


INDEX   TO    FIRST   LINES   OF   HYMNS.  159 

Saw  ye  my  Saviour?    Saw  ye  my  Saviour? Page  8 

Sceptic,  spare  that  Book y 

She  clung  to  him  with  woman's  lo\e 72 

Since  meridian  light  commences 30 

The  chariot !  the  chariot ! — its  wheels  roll  in  fire 144 

The  Christian  Pilgrim  sings 47 

The  dream  is  past — I'm  dying  now 26 

The  Qospel  Ship  has  long  been  sailing 62 

The  line  to  heaven  by  Christ  was  made 63 

The  morning  sun  rose  bright  and  clear 76 

The  old  Iraelites  knew  what  it  was  they  must  do 105 

The  pure  testimony,  put  forth  in  the  Spirit 133 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 38 

There  is  a  fountain  fill'd  with  blood 117 

There  is  a  place  where  my  hopes  are  stay'd 86 

The  Soil  of  Man  they  did  betray 13 

This  Book  is  all  that's  left  me  now 101 

This  little  Bojk  I'd  rather  own 42 

Thou  art  gone  to  the  grave— but  we  will  not  deplore  thee    53 

Through  tribulation  deep , 138 

To  heaven  I  'm  bound  with  prosp'rous  gales 86 

Vain  are  all  terrestrial  pleasures 140 

We  have  come  from  the  mountains 56 

We  shall  see  a  light  appear 147 

We  were  crowded  in  the  cabin 34 

We  've  found  the  Rock,  the  travellers  cried 23 

What  poor  despised  company 5 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again? 142 

What 's  this  that  steals,  that  steals  upon  my  frame 124 

When  converts  first  begin  to  sing 145 

When  for  eternal  worlds  we  steer 126 

When  I  set  out  for  glory 93 

When  Joseph  his  brethren  beheld 75 

When  nature  was  sinking  in  stillness  to  rest 11 

When  pity  prompts  me  to  look  round 6 

When  the  last  trumpet's  sound 65 

Which  of  the  petty  kings  of  earth 43 

Whither  goest  thou,  pilgrim  stranger? 83 

Why  these  fears? — behold  'tis  Jesus 88 

Woodman,  spare  that  tree 28 

Ye  people  'that  wonder  at  me  and  my  ways 46 

Ye  who  know  your  sins  forgiven  .....* 136 


INDEX  TO  TUNES. 


All  is  Well.    10s,  3s  &  8s Page  124 

Bank  of  Heaven.     C.  M 152 

Burial  of  Mrs.  Judson.     6s  &  5s,  or  10s  &  lis 114 

Burst,  ye  Emerald  Gates.     7s  &  Gs 103 

Chariot.     11  &  12s 144 

Delay  Not.    lis 151 

Dying  Boy.     6,  10,  10,  4 112 

Experience.     8,  5,  8,  5,  5,  7,  5,  4 131 

Faithful  Sentinel,     lis  &  12s 110 

Fountain.     C.  M 117 

Gospel  Freedom.     8s  &  7s 136 

Hanover,     lis  <fc  10s .T! 102 

Happy  Man.     13s  &  12 .- 128 

I  have  no  Father  there.    C.  M 99 

Oft  in  the  Stilly  Night.     6,  7,  6,  7,  8,  7,  8,  7,  6,  7,  6,  7 122 

Old  Israelites.     12s  <fe  9s 105 

Orestes.     8s  &  7s 140 

Prodigal's  Return.     C.  M ." 108 

Pure  Testimony.     12s,  8s  &  lis 133 

PtulerVDaughter.     lis,  or  6s  &  5s 116 

Saint's  Sweet  Home,    lis  &  5 148 

Sonnet.     8s  &  4 12G 

Triumph.     10s 119 

Unity.     S.  M 130 

Voyage.     6,  6,  6,  6,  8,  8,  6r  H.  M 138 

When  shall  we  all  meet  again  ?     7s,  6  lines 142 

Ye  shall  see  me.     7,  6,  7,  3,  7,  7 147 

Young  Convert.     C.  M 145 

Zerah.     C.  M. . 152 


THE 


A 

SUPPLEMENT    TO    THE   FIPvST    EDITION 

OP 

CAMP-MEETING  HYMNS, 


SELECTED  BY  G.  W.  HENRY, 

AUTHOR  OF  TRAVELS   IN   EGYPT,   TWILIGHT    AND  BEULAH,. 


TO  WHICH    IS  ADDED    THE  OPINION  OF  TWELVE    OF  THE    EARLY 

FATHERS  OF  METHODISM  ON  THE  SUEJECT  OF  DEVOTIONAL 

SINGING,  ALSO  THE  NOTIONS  OF  THE  AUTHOR  OF  THIS 

SELECTION  CONCURRING  WHTH  THE  FATHERS. 


Prove  all  things;  hold  fast  that  which  is  good.    1  Tbess.  i,  21. 


AUBURN : 
WILLIAM    J.    MOSES. 
1855. 


PREFACE. 


"Why  should  the  devil  have  the  best  tunes?"  was 
oft  the  language  of  the  Wesleys.  of  Rowland  Hill, 
George  Whitefield,  Hugh  Bourne,  and  other  cham- 
pions of  the  cross.  Every  person  is  aware  of  the 
almost  omnipotent  influence  of  national  ballads  on 
national  morals,  and  thus  on  the  formation  of  national 
character,  "  Hence,"  said  a  daring  sinner,  "  I  care 
not  a  straw  who  makes  the  laws  of  a  nation,  if  I  may 
but  make  the  ballads."  And  perhaps  it  is  not  too 
much  to  say,  that  when  the  Angel  of  Doom  shall 
read  the  history  of  ballads,  it  will  be  seen  that  they 
have  corrupted  the  morals,  polluted  the  hearts,  and 
damned  the  souls  of  millions.  The  first  race  of 
Methodists  gave  a  mighty  check  to  profane  song  sing- 
ing in  the  following  manner:— Whenever  they  found 
that  the  devil  had  got  a  tune  that  seemed  to  charm 
the  people,  some  one  immediately  composed  a  hymn, 
or  spiritual  song,  to  that  tune,  and  thus  cheated  Satan 
out  of  both  tune  and  singers:  and  thousands  in  later 


4  PREFACE. 

times  have  imitated  these  fathers  of  Methodism  in 
this  respect,  with  glorious  success.  Witness  Edward 
Brookes,  Esq.,  George  Nichojson,  Charles  Richardson, 

Rev.  Mortimore,  Edward  Brown,  John  Cliffe* 

the  Primitive  Methodists,  Revivalists,  Ann  Carr,  R. 
Wmfield,  &c,  &c. 

In  this  place  an  important  question  will  naturally 
arise — Have  the  ballads  become  popular  from  the 
beauty  and  simplicity  of  the  airs  to  which  they  have 
been  set,  or  otherwise?  We  boldly  answer — While 
we  believe  that  thousands  of  our  youth  are  polluted 
by  the  influence  of  the  jerry-shop,  play-house,  infi- 
delity, and  of  bad  example,  that  they  would  prefer  an 
obscene  song,  with  any  tune,  to  even  the  holy  psalms 
of  David,  or  the  next-to  inspired  hymns  of  Wesley, 
Watts  or  Montgomery;  yet,  at  the  same  time,  we 
have  no  hesitation  in  saying  that  it  has  been  the 
tunes,  rather  than  the  words,  that  have  drawn  away 
so  many  of  our  Sabbath  scholars;  and  it  is  from  this 
that  we  infer  the  salutary  tendency  of  an  attempt  to 
redeem  our  best  popular  airs,  by  adapting  them  to 
the  songs  ofZion.  We  have  long  listened  to  all  that 
has  been  advanced  against  the  introduction  of  song* 
tunes  into  the  worship  of  God;  and  all  that  we  mean 
to  say  in  reply,  in  this  place,  shall  be  in  the  language 
of  an  old  divine : — "  Why,  there  are  only  seven  or 
eight  notes  to  all  the  tunes  in  the  world,  and  they  all 


PREFACE.  5 

belong  to  Jesus  Christ;  so  that,  if  the*  devil  wants 
any  fresh  ones,  he  must  make  them,"  The  plain 
fact  is,  psalm  or  hymn  tunes  (so  called)  can  bo 
adapted  to  any  song  of  the  same  metre.  Witness  the 
"  Old  Hundred,"  which  is  oft  sung  in  the  most  filthy 
obscene  song  in  the  devil's  nook.  But  shall  the 
church  of  Cnrist  abandon  its  claims  to  so  good  and 
solemn  a  tune  on  that  account?     No! 

We  are  not  pleading  for  the  introduction  of  those 
light  songs  and  tunes  with  a  view  to  supersede  those 
of  Charles  Wesley  or  Dr.  Watts.  No,  no,  no !  All 
that  we  ask  is,  let  them  be  judiciously  introduced 
into  our  infant  and  Sabbath  schools,  family  worship, 
protracted  and  revival  meetings,  love  feasts,  prayer 
meetings,  open  air  services,  class  meetings,  tea  meet- 
ings, &c,  &c,  and  we  have  no  fear  but  they  will  be 
attended  with  the  blessing  of  God.  We  have  known 
thousands  attracted  to  the  house  of  the  Lord  by  such 
singing,  and  what  is  far  better  attracted  to  the  cross. 
It  will  be  quite  soon  enough  to  vindicate  the  use  of 
song  tunes  in  the  worship  of  God,  when  any  Christian 
shall  bring  a  scriptural  or  common  sense  objection 
against  it. 

■  If  we  don't  use  such  tunes  to  advantage,  the  devil 
will"— Rev.  J.  M. 

"While  lukewarm  ministers  are  stopping  warm- 
hearted young  Christians  from  singing  song  tunes  in 

1* 


6  .  PREFACE. 

the  house  of  the  Lord,  the  children  of  this  world, 
who  are  wiser  than  the  children  of  light,  use  them  to 
fill  the  tap-room,  theatre,  jerry-shop,  &c." — Rev.  J.  C. 

"  Brother  Cliffe  converts  more  sinners  by  his  lively 
singing,  than  some  fifty  of  us  do  by  our  preaching." 
— An  American  Minister. 

"  I  have  known  the  ranters  enter  a  town  at  a  time 
when  the  place  has  been  nearly  flooded  with  political 
and  infidel  excitement — and  with  their  lively  singing 
sweep  the  whole  place." — Rev.  G.  H. 

"I  have  attended  feasts,  pleasure  fairs,  horse-racings, 
&c,  with  a  band  of  lively  singers,  and  have  often 
succeeded  in  drawing  hundreds  of  the  young  from 
Satan's  sports." — Rev.  J.  S. 

"It  is  foolishness  to  say  that  singing  song  tunes  in 
the  house  of  God  will  revive  old  feelings;  it  will  raise 
feelings  of  holy  gratitude  to  think  that  we  are  not 
singing  the  tunes  to  the  devil's  songs.  Let  thousands 
of  converted  souls,  who  now  sing  Zion's  songs  to 
those  tunes,  testify  to  the  truth  of  this  assertion." — 
Rev.  J.  C. 

<c  Look  at  the  teetotalers,-  how  they  have  succeeded 
in  taking  tunes  from  Bacchus,  and  will  any  one  say 
that  the  singing  such  tunes  is  a  temptation  to  them 
to  go  back  to  drink  again  ?" — Rev.  F.  B. 

"  I  long  to  see  the  devil  a  bankrupt  for  good  tunes." 
— Rev.  G.  P. 


In  conclusion,  we  can  not  do  better  than  give  the 
following  from  the  Rev.  R.  Chester's  Penny  Selection 
of  Revival  Hyms. 

Wesley's  directions  for  congregational  singing, 

Abridged. 

"  That  this  part  of  divine  worship  may  be  more  ac- 
ceptable to  God,  as  well  as  more  profitable  to  your- 
self and  others,  be  careful  to  observe  the  following 
directions:  — 

"  1.  Sing  all.  See  that  you  join  with  the  congre- 
gation as  frequently  as  you  can.  Let  not  a  slight 
degree  of  weakness  or  weariness  hinder  you.  If  it  is 
a%  cross  to  you,  take  it  up,  and  you  will  find  a  bless- 
ing. 

2.  "  Sing  lustily,  and  with  a  good  courage.  Beware 
of  singing  as  if  you  were  half  dead,  or  half  asleep; 
but  lift  up  your  voice  with  strength.  Be  no  more 
afraid  of  your  voice  now,  nor  more  ashamed  of  its 
being  heard,  than  when  you  sung  the  songs  of  Satan. 

"  fi.  Sing  modestly.  Do  not  bawl,  so  as  to  be  heard 
above,  or  distinct  from  the  rest  of  the  congregation; 
that  you  may  not  destroy  the  harmony;  but  strive  to 
unite  your  voices  together,  so  as  to  make  one  clear, 
melodious  sound. 

"  4.  Sing  in  time.  Whenever  time  is  sung,  be  sure 
to  keep  with  it.     Do  not  run  before,  nor  stay  behind 


8  PREFACE. 

it;  but  attend  closely  to  the  leading  voices,  and  move 
therewith  as  exactly  as  you  can ;  and  take  care  you 
sing  not  too  slow.  This  drawling  way  naturally  steals 
on  all  who  are  lazy;  and  it  is  high  time  to  drive  it 
out  from  among  us,  and  sing  all  our  tunes  just  as 
quick  as  we  did  at  first. 

"5.  Above  all,  sing  spiritually.  Have  an  eye  to 
God  in  every  word  you  sing.  Aim  at  pleasing  him 
more  than  yourself,  or  any  other  creature.  In  order 
to  this,  attend  strictly  to  the  sense  of  what  you  sing; 
and  see  that  your  heart  is  not  carried  away  with  the 
sound,  but  offered  to  God  continually;  so  shall  your 
singing  be  such  as  the  Lord  will  approve  of  here,  and 
reward  when  he  cometh  in  the  clouds  of  heaven. — 
See  Works,  vol.  xiv.,  p.  358. 

"'I  will  sing  with  the  spirit,  and  I  will  sing  with 
the  understanding  also.' — 1  Cor.  xiv.  15. 

"Singing, to  be  suitable, must  include  every  variety 
of  manner;  slow  and  solemn — soft  and  gentle — sweet 
and  warbling — quick  and  lively — sprightly  and  ener- 
getic—loud  and  rapid:  each  in  turn, and  mingled  and 
modified,  according  to  time,  place,  and  occasion. 
Singing  is  for  the  worship  of  God ;  or  the  benefit  of 
man ;  or  both.  Let  the  aim  always  be,  not  show,  but 
effect.  Whether  the  lines  be  praise  or  prayer,  warn- 
ing, invitation,  instruction,  exhortation,  encourage- 
ment or  consolation,  try  to  sing  them  with  effect 


PREFACE.  9- 

But  there  can  be  little  or  no  effect  where  there  is 
sameness.  Sameness  effectually  destroys  effect.  A 
solemn  tune  takes  most  effect  where  there  is  usually 
the  most  sprightly  singing,  and  vice  versa.  The  same 
tunes  should  be  sung  much  quicker  in  a  class-meet- 
ing, or  a  small  prayer-meeting,  than  in  a  large  con- 
gregation ;  much  quicker  on  a  week-night,  than  at  a 
Sabbath  evening  service.  A  skillfnl  variety  is  the 
very  life  and  soul  of  singing." 

CONGREGATIONAL  SINGING. 
From  the  Revivalist,  1837. 

"  A  revival  of  religion  is  always  a  revival  of  sing 
ing.#  It  was  so  at  the  Reformation.  But  congrega- 
tional singing  was  no  invention  of  the  reformers. 

"  It  was  the  renewal,  Mr.  Latrobe  remarks,  of  a  prac- 
tice adopted  in  the  earlier  ages  of  the  church,  which 
had,  indeed,  decayed  amid  the  general  corruption,  but 
which  was  ever  renewed  with  the  least  semblance  of 
real  religion.  Thus  the  Albigenses,  during  the  hottest 
season  of  their  persecutions,  are  represented  as  cheer- 
ing themselves,  in  the  very  prospect  of  death,  with 
singing  the  psalms  and  hymns  of  their  church.  In 
the  same  manner,  the  disciples  of  Wickliffe  and  John 

*Rev.  \V.  C.  Miller,  Wesleyan  minister,  converted 
thousands  with  his  lively  singing-,  and  all  his  hymns  go 
in  song  tunes. 


10  PREFACE. 

Huss  cherished  psalmody,  as  richly  conducing  to 
godliness.  The  Bohemian  brethren  published  a  hymn 
book  with  notes,  from  which  it  is  evident,  that  the 
melodies  therein  used  originated  in  the  chants  to 
which  the  ancient  Latin  hymns  of  the  church  were 
sung.  The  reformers  of  the  succeeding  century, 
Luther,  Cranmer,  Calvin,  Beza,  Knox,  and  Zuinglius, 
equally  encouraged  congregational  psalmody.  Among 
these,  however,  Luther  stands  preeminent.  He  was 
a  man  of  great  musical  talent,  fostered  by  the  oppor- 
tunities afforded  him  in  the  Romish  church,  of  which 
foe  seems  to  have  availed  himself  with  the  same  large- 
ness of  soul  which  characteriezd  his  actions  in  a  more 
important  field  of  labor.  The  high  estimation  in 
which  he  held  music,  was  the  result  of  a  cultivated 
taste  and  an  accurate  knowledge  of  mankind.  'I 
verily  think,'  said  he,  'and  am  not  ashamed  to  say, 
that,  next  to  divinity,  no  art  is  comparable  to  music.' 
4We  know  that  music  is  intolerable  to  demons.' 
With  this  idea,  therefore,  we  need  not  wonder  that 
he  made  it  a  prominent  feature  in  his  public  services. 
The  tunes  introduced  by  him  were  of  the  same  cho- 
ral stamp  as  those  of  the  United  Brethren. 

"In  England,  already  in  the  reign  of  Henry  VIII, 
psalms  were  much  sung  by  all  who  loved  the  Reforma- 
tion. Some  poets,  such  as  the  times  afforded,  trans- 
lated David's  psalms  into  verse;  and  it  was  a  sign  by 


PREFACE.  11 

which  men's  affections  to  thnt  work  were  everywhere 
measured,  whether  they  used  to  sing  these  or  not. 
A  clause  in  the  Act  of  Uniformity,  1548,  authorized 
this  practice:  'Provided  also,  that  it  shall  be  lawful 
for  all  men,  as  well  in  churches,  chapels,  oratories,  or 
other  places,  to  use  openly,  any  psalm  or  prayer,  tak- 
en out  of  the  Bible,  at  any  due  time,  not  letting  or 
omitting  thereby  the  service,  or  any  part  thereof, 
mentioned  in  the  said  book.'  The  general  practice 
'was,  to  sing  before  and  after  morning  and  evening 
prayer,  and  also  before  and  after  the  sermon.'  When 
Sternhold's  psalms  which  had  been  at  first '  composed 
for  his  own  solace,'  were  completed  by  Hopkins  and 
others,this  clause  in  the  act  gave  authority  for  the  public 
use  in  their  church.  The  allowance  permitted  to  thi3 
version  was,  in  the  opinion  of  Heylin,  '  rather  a  con- 
nivance than  an  approbation,  no  such  allowance  being 
anywhere  found  by  such  as  have  been  most  industrious 
and  concerned  in  the  search.'  So  great  was  the  z<3al 
with  which  the  reformers  cultivated  psalmody,  that 
psalms  and  hymns  are  termed,  by  Burney,  the  opera 
songs  of  the  fifteenth  and  sixteenth  centuries.  In 
the  year  1551,  Roger  Ascham  thus  writes  from  Augs- 
burg: '  Three  or  four  thousand  singing  at  a  time  in 
a  church  in  this  city,  is  but  a  trifle.'  According  to 
Beza,  the  Huguenots,  at  Paris,  assembled  in  the  Prez 
aux  Chores,  'and  did  nothing  for  many  nights  but  go 


12  PREFACE. 

about  in  great  numbers  singing  psalms,' joined  bytht. 
king  and  queen  of  Navarre.  About  the  same  time 
writes  Bishop  Jewel  to  Peter  Martyr: — 'A  change 
uow  appears  visible  among  the  people ;  which  noth- 
ing promotes  more  than  the  inviting  them  to  sing 
psalms.  This  was  begun  in  one  church  in  London, 
and  did  quickly  spread  itself,  not  only  through  the 
city,  but  in  the  neighboring  places;  sometimes,  at 
Paul's  Cross,  there  will  be  six  thousand  people  sing- 
ing together.'* 

"NOTE  FROM  TODD. 

"Almost  every  nation — perhaps  all  nations — have 
national  airs  by  which  the  love  of  country  is  deep- 
ened, and  a  national  feeling  is  created  and  maintained. 
The  popular  air,  *  Yankee  Doodle,'  will,  probably, 
create  an  American  feeling  as  long  as  our  nation 
exists;  and  the  airs,  '  God  save  the  King,'  and  •  Rule 
Britannia,'  will  never  cease  to  call  the  heart  of  the 
Briton  to  his  own  glorious  isle.  The  soldier  from 
Switzerland  and  from  the  highlands  of  Scotland  will 
weep  at  the  national  airs  which  call  their  hearts  home 
to  the  place  of  their  birth  and  childhood." 

*  It  is  a  settled  intention  of  the  compiler  of  this  book 
to  send  companies  of  Christian  men  and  women  to  all  parts 
of  the  nation,  to  sing  these  u  Spiritual  Songs,"*  and  sell 
the  book. 


PREFACE,  13 

For  inasmuch  as  the  fathers  of  Methodism  have 
so  fully  given  their  opinion  not  only  of  the  power  of 
sacred  music  but  also  the  manner  in  which  it  should 
be  performed  in  congregational  singing,  in  prayer  and 
class  meeting  exercises,  we  think  it  would  not  be  out 
of  place  that  one  of  their  children  in  1854  should 
respond  and  say  from  the  bottom  of  their  heart  Amen. 
We  like  the  foundations,  walls  and  furniture,  and  all 
the  machinery  established  by  the  fathers  of  the 
church,  as  being  one  of  the  best  nets  for  catching  fish 
ever  letdown  from  one  of  Zion's  ships,  since  the  days 
of  John  and  Peter.  Hallelujah  to  Jesus !  who  will  un- 
dertake to  count  the  millions  that  have  already  been 
caught  within  its  sacred  meshes  and  drawn  to  the 
land  of  Canaan.  Millions  more  are  on  the  way  and 
yet  the  net  is  not  broken  !  Let  us  hold  fast  to  all  things 
that  have  been  proved  to  be  good,  and  cursed  is  he 
that  removeth  his  neighbor's  land  mark,  especially  the 
good  old  mode  of  congregational  singing.  We  would 
as  soon  be  caught  robbing  our  father  and  mother  of 
their  breakfast  and  give  it  to  the  dogs,  as  to  take  the 
old-fashioned  congregational  mode  of  singing  from  the 
fathers  and  mothers  of  the  church,  and  hand  it  over 
to  the  unconverted,  with  a  few  exceptions,  to  sound  a 
few  notes  somewhere  about  the  pinnacle  of  the  tem- 
ple, singing  very  beautifully  to  their  own  glory.  This 
Is  burning  incense  in  God's  temple  while  its  odors  are 


14  PREFACE. 

snuffed  up  by  worms.  We  believe  there  is  as  much 
propriety  in  letting  out  our  praying,  and  all  other  du- 
ties that  revolve  around  the  cross,  as  that  of  singing 
praises  to  God,  because  they  are  a  little  more  gifted 
Singing,  like  preaching  and  praying,  must  have  a 
God  in  it,  in  order  to  melt  the  heart  and  edify  the 
saints  who  alone  can  duly  appreciate  the  joyful  sound. 
Wesley  says,  sing  all;  sing  lustily.  We  would  not 
exclude  by  any  means  in  our  humble  opinion  the  un- 
converted from  mingling  their  voices  with  all  saints 
in  this  delightful  exercise;  we  believe  with  the  Wes- 
leys  in  robbing  the  devil  of  his  best  tunes,  turning 
them  over  to  the  glory  of  God.  Whether  we  are  to  take 
his  instruments  and  bring  them  into  the  church,  is 
exceedingly  doubtful  in  our  minds;  but  one  thing 
seems  clear  to  us,  that  they  can  not  be  used  alternately 
for  the  prince  of  light  and  the  prince  of  darkness, 
and  please  God,  any  more  than  the  skillful  musician 
that  plays  on  them  can  do  it.  We  ought  always 
to  make  it  a  rule  when  we  sing  praises  to  God  to  do 
like  Jenny  Lind;  she  does  her  very  best  to  please  her 
audience.  Let  us  recollect  that  Jesus  and  angels  are 
always  our  auditory.  Whatever  exercise  religious  duty 
calls  us  to  do,  let  us  be  like  Herodius,  who  so  pleased 
the  king  he  promised  her  half  of  his  kingdom.  J  So 
that  can  sing  vrith  fjie  spirit  and  with  the  understand- 
ing also,  will  not  only  make  melody  in  his  own  heart 


PREFACE,  15 

here,  but  lie  will  assuredly  strike  the  Golden  Harp 
unto  him  that  loved  us,  in  a  kingdom  diverse  froma  11 
other  kingdoms,  which  shall  be  given  .into  him  who  ia 
never  happy  except  in  the  smiles  of  his  adorable 
King.  Some  brethren  and  sisters  seem  to  think  they 
have  a  perfect  right  to  wrap  their  singing  talent  in  a 
napkin  and  use  it  only  when  they  feel  in  the  humor 
for  singing.  Wake  up,  brother,  wake  up,  sister;  your 
master  soon  will  come  to  reckon  with  you;  this  is  no 
doubt  one  cause  of  your  cold  heart.  But  you  say  we 
have  but  one  talent.  God  says  improve  it  or  lose  your 
soul.  When  we  wrere  converted,  twelve  years  ago, 
we  could  scarcely  sing  a  verse.  Oh!  how  much  we 
regretted  it;  but  when  the  Holy  Ghost  began  to  diffuse 
the  love  of  God  through  soul,  body  and  spirit,  wre 
struck  in  with  the  brethren  and  w^ere  carried  along 
with  the  tide,  and  now  we  would  not  take  a  farm  for 
our  singing  talent,  little  as  it  i3.  Then,  brethren,  let 
us  use  the  harp  that  our  heavenly  Father  has  given 
us;  keep  it  well  tuned  up  and  soon  the  poorest  of  us  will 
outsing  Jenny  Lind.  Glory  to  Jesus,  my  heart  is  in  a 
flame.  Sing  ou,  shout  on,  glory,  hallelujah.  We  have 
selected  about  forty  or  fifty  hymns  from  an  old  Lon- 
don hymn  book  which  we  believe  began  with  the 
first  dawning  of  Methodism,  most  of  which  we  think 
has  never  been  published  in  America,  and  we  intend 
to   add    to  our  little  Golden  Harp  about  150  pages, 


16  PREFACE. 

together  with  the  opinion  of  a  number  of  the  early 
Fathers  on  the  subject  of  congregational  singing.  We 
have  selected  of  course  according  to  our  own  taste ;  they 
are  as  honey  from  the  rock  falling  into  our  soul ;  they 
shall  speak  for  themselves  for  they  are  all  of  age ;  they 
carry  the  gray  hairs  of  more  than  a  century.  Let  ev- 
ery hair  be  turned  into  a  harpstring.  Learn  them  by 
heart, .brethren.  Teach  them  to  your  children;  sing 
them  at  your  morning  and  evening  sacrifice,  sing  them 
at  your  campmeetings,  sing  them  at  your  love  feasts, 
sing  them  at  your  prayer  and  classmeetings  and  social 
circles;  sing  lustily  sing  with  your  whole  soul, and  you 
will  find  that  sinners  will  again  crowd  your  prayer 
meetings  as  they  did  forty  years  ago,  to  hear  Meth- 
odist singing,  and  melt  under  its  power  and  give  their 
hearts  to  God  and  with  pure  and  holy  hand  strike  the 
bold  anthems  unto  him  that  loved  us  out  of  every  kin- 
dred tongue  and  nation  under  heaven,  and  let  all  the 
people  clap  their  hands  and  shout  aloud  Amen. 

G.  W.  Henry. 

Frankfort,  1854 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


HYxMN  1. 

Come  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 

And  play  on  the  golden  harp, 
Say,  will  you  go  to  Heaven  with  me, 

To  play  on  the  golden  harp? 
Chorus. — O  play  on  the  golden  harp, 
Play  on  the  golden  harp. 
I  want  to  go  where  Jesus  is, 
To  play  on  the  golden  harp. 

It  is  religion  makes  the  soul — 

It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

Hear,  ye  worldlings,  hear  my  song — 
'Tis  the  language  of  my  tongue 

I  know  the  time,  I  know  the  day — 
When  Jesus  washed  my  sins  away. 

My  soul  feels  happy  while  I  sing — 
I  feel  that  I  am  on  the  wing. 

Who  then  will  march  to  win  the  prize-^ 
And  take  the  kingdom  in  the  skies? 

O  how  I  long  on  Canaan's  land 
To  join  the  holy,  happy  band. 


18  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


THE  MARRIAGE  OF  CANA. 

1  Come  thou  who  didst  turn  the  water  to  wine, 
And  fill  with  thy  love  this  poor  heart  of  mine; 
I  am  not  contented  with  what  is  gone  past, 

I  know  by  experience  the  best  wine  runs  last. 
Chorus. — Hallelujah  to  Jesus!  who  died  on  a  tree. 
And  purchased  this  wine  of  the  kingdom  for  me. 

2  Thou  know'st  I  desire  thy  fullness  to  prove, 
The  height  and  the  depth  of  thy  dying  love; 
My  sins,  which  were  many,  behind  thee  are  cast, 
But  still  I  want  cleansing,  the  best  wine  runs  last. 

3  Thou,  Lord,  art  the  source;  the  channel,  thy  Son, 
Through  him  by  the  Spirit  to  us  doth  it  run ; 

By  faith  we  receive  it,  how  sweet  to  the  taste ; 
And  now  it-  is  flowing,  the  best  wine  runs  last. 

4  In  Christ  we  believe  his  blood  is  applied, 
Then  onward  we  press  to  be  full  sanctified' 
This  is  the  best  blessing  of  all  which  are  past, 
But  glory  is  promised,  the  best  wine  runs  last. 


NEGRO  SONG. 

Tune — Oh,  that  will  be  joyful. 

Negro  walk  de  golden  street, 
Cast  his  crown  at  Jesu  feet, 

And  sing  de  happy  song. 
Oh!  dat  will  be  joyful. 

Negro  friends  hab  cross'd  de  flood, 

Join'd  dat  army  bought  with  blood- 
Dem  looking  out  for  me. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  19 

God  will  wipe  poor  negro  tears, 
Banish  all  his  doubts  and  tears, 
Den  we  in  heaben  shall  dwell. 

Den  me  wTeep  and  die  no  more, 
Negro  shout  his  conflict's  o'er, 
And  join  his  friends  again. 

Bucjsra  massa  me  shall  see, 
Tell  him  Jesu  die  for  me, 
He  tell  me  dis  on  earth. 

Negro  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  on  massa's  throne  sit  down, 
Oh,  happy,  happy  place. 

You  get  home  ere  negro  do, 

Tell  dem  negro  coming  too, 

Him  on  his  happy  way. 

Should  poor  negro  first  get  home, 
He  come  to  meet  you  when  you  come, 
Den  fly  with  you  to  heaben. 

Me  tink  poor  negro  almost  dere, 
Me  happy  now  mid  toil  and  care, 
Thank  God  me  on  my  way. 

But  I  must  bid  you  all  adieu, 

May  Jesu  massa  be  wid  you. 

Me  bid  you  all  farewell. 

But  when  we  meet  in  heaben  above, 
To  sing  of  Jesu  dying  love, 

Our  bliss  no  tongue  can  tell. 
Oh,  dat  will  be  joyful. 

John  Stamp. 


2C  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

SONG  OF 'THE  PIOUS  SLAVE. 

Tune — Highland  Mountains. 

De  poor  negro  he  will  go — some  one  day. 
Over  de  mountains,  over  de  snow — far  away. 
Over  de  mountains  big  and  high — some  one  day, 
To  dat  country  in  de  sky — far  away. 

De  poor  negro  will  be  free — some  one  day, 
Jesu  say,  come  reign  wid  me — far  away; 
Jesu  massa,  call  me  home — some  one  day; 
Yes,  him  smile  and  bid  me  come — far  away. 

Sin  no  more  make  my  heart  rove— some  one  day, 
When  landed  wid  the  host  above — far  away: 
Driver  lash  my  back  no  more — some  one  day, 
When  wafted  to  dat  happy  shore — far  away. 

Wife  and  children  not  be  sold — some  one  day; 
Negro  walk  yon  streets  of  gold — far  away; 
My  good  massa  say  well  done — some  one  day, 
Den  me  dwell  wid  de  Holy  One — far  away. 

De  poor  negro  wear  a  crown — some  one  day, 
And  on  massa's  throne  sit  down — faraway; 
Oh !  how  happy  me  shall  be — some  one  day. 
Come  poor  white  man,  come  wid  me — far  away 

Den  me  meet  my  friends  again — some  one  da}7, 
Praise  de  Lamb  for  negro  slain — far  away, 
Den  me  rest  my  weary  soul — some  one  day, 
Where  endless  joys  in  torrents  roll — far  away. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  21 


When  I  dwelt  down  in  Egypt's  land, 

Jesus  on  the  way, 
I  heard  there  was  a  promised  land, 

Jesus  on  the  way; 
Get  ready,  get  ready  and  let's  go  home; 

Jesus  on  the  way : 
Get  ready,  get  ready  and  let's  go  home; 

Jesus  on  the  way. 

2.  There  is  a  tree  in  Paradise,  Jesus, 
That  Christians  call  the  tree  of  life; 

Get  ready : 

3.  I  have  some  friends  in  Paradise,  &c, 
They  now  enjoy  eternal  life,  Jesus ; 

Get  ready : 

4.  I'll  tell  you  where  I  first  was  blest, 
T'wasaway  in  the  tented  wilderness; 

Get  ready : 

5.  Oh,  that  the  Lord  would  our  labors  bless, 
And  fill  the  world  with  righteousness, 

Get  ready: 

6.  Oh  haint  we  had  a  happy  time,  Jesus; 

A  eating  honey  and  a  drinking  wine,  Jesus; 
Get  ready. 

7.  If  ever  I  reach  the  other  shore,  Jesus; 

I  never  will  come  back  no  more,  Jesus; 
Get  ready,  &c, 

8.  They  say  that  we're  a  noisy  crew,  Jesus; 
And  that  ain't  half,  we  are  happy  too. 


22  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

9.  I  will  suffer  on  like  good  old  Job, 
Then  go  up  and  wear  my  robe, 
Get  ready. 

10.  Then  we  will  walk  the  golden  streets, 
And  lay  our  crown  at  Jesus  on  the  way. 


FAITH  VIEWING  THE  CROWN. 

■ 

1.  Says  faith,  Look  yonder,  there's  my  crown, 

Laid  up  in  heaven  above ; 
Says  hope,  Anon  it  shall  be  mine ; 

I  long  to  wear  't,  says  love. 
Desire  says,  What !  is  there  my  crown  ? 

Then  to  that  place  I'll  flee, 
Through  Christ  I'll  claim  it  as  my  own, 

My  rest  I  fain  would  see. 

2.  Then  faith,  he  takes  a  pleasing  view, 

Hope  waits,  love  sits  and  sings, 
Desire,  she  flutters  to  be  gone, 

But  patience  clips  her  wings. 
But  stop !  says  patience,  wait  awhile, 

The  crown's  for  those  that  fight, 
The  prize  for  those  that  run  the  race 

By  faith,  and  not  by  sight. 

3.  Desire  then  knocks  at  duty's  door; 

Hope  to  obedience  cries, 
Unite  we  will  with  all  our  power, 

And  then  shall  faith  arise. 
Alas !  says  works,  ashamed  we  stand, 

No  merit  we  obtain ; 
'Tis  faith  and  love  joined  hand  in  hand, 

That  must  the  entrance  gain. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  23 

4.  Says  faith  to  works.  Now  children  hear, 

Your  mother,  love,  aod  me, 
Quite  dead  and  useless  must  appear, 

Without  your  company. 
Then  faith  and  works  join  hand  in  hand, 

With  love  united  too, 
All  travel  to  the  godly  land, 

And  hid  this  world  adieu. 


THE  SHIP  SAFETY,  BOUND  FOR  CANAAN 

Come,  all  my  dear  brethren,  we  've  entered  on  board, 
And  witnessed  free  pardon  by  faith  in  the  Lord; 
Though  tossed  on  the  ocean,  don't  fear,  be  hath  said. 
"  But  be  of  good  cheer,  and  be  not  afraid," 

The  wind  and  the  tide  may  beat  hard  on  each  side. 
But,  if  Christ  speaks  a  calm,  the  proud  waves  sood 

subside ; 
We  out-brave  all  dangers,  no  fears  can  invade, 
For  the  Lord  he  protects  us,  so  be  not  afraid. 

The  perils  of  sea,  the  rocks,  waves  and  wind, 

The  clouds,  storms-  and   tempests  may  prove  most 

unkind ; 
But  Christ  still  upholds  us,  on  him  help  is  laid, 
And  ever  stands  ready,  so  be  not  afraid. 

With  darkness  surrounded,  by  terror  distressed, 
Quite  fearful  and  weak,  when  such  dangers  infest; 
With  toiling  and  rowing,  strength  almost  decayed, 
The  promise  still  stands,  so  be  not  afraid. 

Christ,  then,  is  our  pilot,  our  compass  nifl  word, 
All  storms  we  defy,  while  we  sail  with  the  Lord; 
No  foes  need  attack  u^,  they  can  not  invade, 
While  the  Lord  say--,  I  am  here,  come  be  not  afraid, 


24  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


NOAH'S  ARK. 

You  all  are  invited  with  Christ  to  embark 
On  board  his  rich  ship,  the  ancient  Noah's  ark, 
Which  was  launched  at  Eden,  has  long  been  at  sea, 
And  comes  into  harbor  for  you  and  for  me. 

Chorus. — All  glory  to  Jesus,  who  died  on  the  tree. 
And  launched  this  vessel  of  mercy  for  me. 

I  enter' d  on  board  her,  for  who  could  delay, 
Where  so  many  could  sing,  could  praise,  and  could 

pray? 
Our  captain  is  Jesus,  his  mercy  is  great; 
Our  labor  is  heavenly,  our  bounty  is  sweet. 

Thrice  blessed  be  he  who  launched  her  at  first, 
And  rigg'd  her,  and  stor'd  her  on  purpose  for  us; 
God's  love  so  amazing,  is  still  her  main  sail ; 
She's  plank'd  with  salvation  quite  down  to  the  keel. 

Provisions  on  board,  and  clothing  great  store, 
(Provided  by  wisdom  design'd  for  the  poor); 
The  robes  of  salvation,  with  which  our  great  Lord 
Will  clothe  all  your  souls  when  you're  entered  on 
board. 

This  vessel  was  built  and  completed  by  grace, 
Was  fitted  and  stor'd  for  burthen  and  chase; 
From  her  bow  to  her  stern  she's  strongly  secured, 
Her  cargo  is  wealthy,  and  wisely  insur'd. 

The  winds  and  the  waves  he  still  holds  in  his  hand, 
And  likewise  her  foes  are  all  at  his  command; 
Near  six  thousand  years   she 's  been   cruising  the 

main, 
And  mann'd  with  the  ransomed  she  harbors  agiin. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  25 

Our  Captain  we'll  praise,  who  took  us  on  board, 
In  safety  we  are  if  we  sail  with  the  Lord ; 
Bound  to  the  fair  haven,  our  port  we  shall  gain, 
In  spite  of  all  dangers  in  crossing  the  main. 


THE  GOSPEL  SHIP. 

Tune—"  The  Misletoe  Bough." 

What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in  ? 

Declare  to  us  the  same. 
Our  vessel  is  the  ark  of  God, 

And  Christ's  our  Captain's  name. 

Chorus. — Hoist  every  sail  to  catch  the  gale, 
Each  sailor  ply  the  oar; 
Though  storms  and  tempests  may  arise, 
We  soon  shall  reach  the  shore. 

And  are  you  not  afraid  some  storm 

Your  bark  will  overwhelm  ? 
We  can  not  fear — the  Lord  is  here ; 

Our  Father's  at  the  helm. 

Our  compass  is  the  sacred  word, 

Our  anchor's  blooming  hope, 
The  love  of  God's  our  maintop-sail, 

And  faith's  our  cable  rope. 

We've  look'd  astern  on  many  toils, 
Which  Christ  has  brought  us  thro'; 

We're  looking  now  ahead,  and  lo! 
The  land  appears  in  view. 

Send  out  your  boats — we'll  go  on  board, 
If  you  can  find  us  room. 

3 


26  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

We've  room  for  you  and  all  the  world: 
Make  no  delay,  but  come. 

The  sun  is  up,  the  clouds  are  gone; 

The  heavens  above  are  clear; 
The  city  bright  appears  in  sight; 

We're  getting  round  the  pier. 

When  all  the  storms  of  life  are  past, 

And  we  the  port  obtain, 
We'll  praise  the  Lamb  in  noble  strains, 

Who  died  and  rose  again. 


The  gospel  ship  is  sailing, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah, 
They  're  wanting  sailors  daily, 

Singing  glory,  hallelujah. 

Chorus. — They  say  we  are  a  noisy  crew, 

But  that's  not  all,  we're  happy  too, 
For  we  have  the  port  in  view, 
Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

There's  tens  of  thousands  now  on  board, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah, 
All  sailing  on  at  Jesus'  word, 

To  glory,  hallelujah. 

She's  rich  provisions  in  her  store, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 
For  all  on  board,  and  millions  more, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

Her  sails  are  spread,  the  gale  does  blow, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah; 
Come,  sinners,  with  the  Christians  go 

To  glory,  hallelujah. 


SPIRITCAL  SONGS  27 

She's  well  prepared  for  the  war, 

If  foes  she  chance  to  meet, 
Her  mighty  guns  and  glittering  swords 

Shall  lay  them  at  her  feet. 

King  Jesus  is  our  pilot  wise, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 
He'll  guide  our  ship  to  Paradise, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 
And  when  we  laud  on  Canaan's  shore, 

Where  all  our  troubles  will  be  o'er, 
We'll  praise  the  Lamb  for  evermore, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 


MERCY'S  FREE. 

What  is  this  that  rises  in  my  sold, 

Is  it  grace,  is  it  grace? 
That  makes  my  life  of  sin  look  foul, 

Is  it  grace,  is  it  grace  ? 
This  work  that's  in  my  soul  begun, 
It  makes  me  strive  all  sin  to  shun, 
And  plants  my  soul  beneath  the  throne, 

Mercy's  free,  Mercy's  free. 

Great  God  of  love,  I  can't  but  wonder, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Though  I've  no  price  at  all  to  tender, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Though  mercy's  free  our  God  is  just, 
And  if  a  soul  should  e'er  be  lost, 
This  will  torment  the  sinner  most, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Swell,  swell,  O  swell  the  heavenly  chorus, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


28  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Death  and  hell  shall  fall  before  us; 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
Believe>  repent,  inquire  the  road 
That  leads  to  glory  and  to  God, 
And  washed  in  Christ's  atoning  blood, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  fiee. 

This  thro'  the  toils  of  life  shall  cheer  us; 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  thro'  the  vale  of  death  shall  bear  us; 

Mercy's  free,  Mercy's  free. 
And  when  to  Jordan's  brink  we  come, 
And  cross  the  raging  billows'  foam, 
We'll  sing  when  safely  landed  home, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


SWEET  PRAYER. 

When  torn  is  the  bosom  by  anguish  and  care, 
Be  it  ever  so  simple  there's  nothing  like  prayer; 
It  eases,  soothes,  softens,  subdues,  yet  sustains, 
Gives  vigor  to  hope,  and  puts  passion  in  chains. 

Prayer!  sweet  prayer! 

United  with  faith,  there  is  nothing  like  prayer, 

When  forced  from  those  friends  we  love  dearest  to 

part. 
What  fond  recollections  still  rise  in  our  heart; 
Past  converse,  past  scenes,  past  enjoyments  are  there, 
Oh!  how  hurtfully  pleasing  till  hallowed  by  prayer, 

Prayer!  sweet  prayer! 

United  with  faith,  there  is  nothing  like  prayer. 

When  pleasure  would  woo  us  from  piety's  arms 
The  syren  sings  sweetly  or  silently  charms — 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  29 

We  listen,  look,  loiter,  exposed  to  the  snare, 
Till  flying  to  Jesus  we  conquer  by  prayer. 

Prayer!  sweet  prayer! 

United  with  faith,  there  is  nothing  like  prayer. 

If  strangers  to  prayer,  we  are  strangers  to  bliss, 
But  enjoyment  of  God  is  secured  by  this, 
And  when  with  bright  seraphs  we  ecstasy  share 
We  then  shall  possess  the  fruition  of  prayer. 

Prayer!  sweet  prayer! 

United  with  faith,  there  is  nothing  like  prayer. 


Praise  God  for  what  he's  done  for  me, 
I  once  was  blind,  but  now  I  see; 
I  on  the  brink  of  ruin  fell, 
Glory  to  God!  I'm  out  of  hell. 

Chorus — Hallelujah,  hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  Amen. 

Praise  God  for  what  he's  done  for  us, 
He's  tuned  our  hearts  to  praise  him  thus. 
And  now  he  cries,  Go  on,  go  on, 
I'll  crown  you  when  your  work  is  done. 


SWELLINGS  OF  JORDAN. 

Poor  Christian,  look  up  to  the  joys  set  before  thee, 

And  haste  on  thy  way  to  the  regions  of  glory, 

A  crown  and  a  kingdom  thy  faith  may  discover; 

Thy  troubles  are  great,  but  they  soon  will  be  over; 

For  Jesus  hath  suffered,  thy  soul  to  deliver, 

And  light  up  thy  passage  through  Jordan's  dark  river 


30  SPIRITUAL    SONGS 

The  world,  flesh,  and  Satan,  their  forces  are  sending, 
With  footmen  and  horses  thy  soul  is  contending. 
But  dost  thou  grow  weary  and  faint  with  thy  burden  ? 
Then  what  wilt  thou  do  in  the  swellings  of  Jordan? 
Oh!  cry  unto  Jesus  thy  soul  to  deliver, 
And  he  will  support  thee  while  crossing  the  river. 

But  in  thy  true  character  am  I  mistaken  ? 
Hast  thou  by  thy  conduct  thy  Savior  forsaken? 
Then  come  again  to  him  for  peace  and  for  pardon, 
And  ask  for  his  aid  in  the  swellings  of  Jordan. 
Thy  soul  from  all  danger  lie  then  will  deliver, 
And  nothing  shall  harm  you  while  crossing  the  river. 

PART  II. 

Christ  is  a  sure  guide  to  the  children  of  Zion, 
But  if  thou  hast  any  false  props  to  rely  on, 
Thy  soul  is  deluded,  think  what  thou  art  doing; 
Oh!  cast  them  away,  or  they'll  sink  thee  to  ruin; 
For  none  but  Jehovah  has  power  to  deliver, 
And  bear  up  thy  soul  in  the  midst  of  the  river. 

The  clouds  gather  blackness,  the  night  is  fast  coming, 
The  river  swells  high,  and  the  billows  are  foaming; 
On  what  wilt  thou  lean  when  thy  strength  is  all  wasted, 
Thy  reeds  will  all  fail,  and  thy  hopes  will  be  blasted; 
Oh!  cry  unto  Jesus  thy  soul  to  deliver, 
And  nothing  shall  harm  thee  while  crossing  the  river. 

But  if  on  his  mercy  thy  soul  is  relying, 

Thou  never  need'st  fear  either  living  or  dying, 

The  footmen  and  horses  shall  fall  down  before  thee, 

And  Jordan  shall  open  thy  passage  to  glory. 

Then,  when  thou  art  landed  safe  over  the  river, 

When  time  is  no  more  thou  shalt  praise  him  for  ever. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  31 

THE  BEGGAR. 

Tune — Freemason's  Hymn. 

I  have  become  a  beggar  at  the  end  of  my  days 
And  all  my  delight  is  to  give  God  the  praise, 
For  he  has  reliev'd  me  again  and  again, 
And  soon  he  will  ease  all  my  trouble  and  pain. 

Chorus — And  so  it  came  to  pass,  that  the  beggar, 
when  he  died, 
In  Abraham's  bosom  h*s  spirit  did  reside. 

If  I  had  a  died  when  I  had  been  young, 
The  trade  of  a  beggar  I  never  had  known ; 
But  since  it  is  not  so,  with  my  God  I  will  comply, 
And  I  hope  to  be  a  beggar  until  the  day  I  die. 

I  have  done  well  with  begging  since  I  first  set  out, 
I've  begged  a  kingdom  without  any  doubt; 
A  crown  for  my  head,  and  a  harp  for  my  hand, 
And  I'm  making  home  to  glory  at  Jesus'  command. 

Come  all  faithful  beggars,  fresh  courage  now  take, 
And  beg  your  way  through,  and  his  ways  don't  forsake ; 
But  knock  at  mercy's  door,  Christ  will  not  you  deny, 
There's  a  crown  and  a  kingdom  for  you  by  and  by. 

It's  true  I  am  a  beggar,  that's  very  well  known, 
I'm  begging  my  way  to  a  kingdom  and  a  crown; 
When  my  begging  is  ended  and  my  bag  I  lay  down, 
Though  a  beggar  on  earth,  yet  all  heaven's  my  own. 


39  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

THE  GOSPEL  LIFE  BOAT. 

All  hands  on  board,  the  Captain  cries, 

Let  every  sinner  hear; 
Along  the  beach  the  vessel  lies, 

And  is  about  to  clear. 
Bound  for  the  the  haven  of  repose, 

To  Canaan's  peaceful  shore, 
Where  care  and  pain  no  bosom  knows, 

But  joys  for  ever  more. 

Chords — O'er  life's  rough  sea  we  mean  to  sail, 
Till  we  the  harbor  gain; 
Blow'  gentle  gale,  fill  every  sail, 
And  waft  us  o'er  the  main. 

Should  foes  o'erhaul  us  on  the  way, 

And  ask  from  whence  we  came, 
We  answer,  from  destruction's  bay, 

And  Israel  is  our  name. 
Or  should  they  wish  our  bark  to  board, 

Or  seem  inclin'd  for  war, 
We'll  every  man  gird  on  his  sword, 

And  for  the  fight  prepare. 


THE  SHIP  SAFETY  BOUND  FOR  CANAAN. 

Tune — Canaan. 

We're  outward  bound,  with  all  the  fleet, 

And  Jesus  is  our  leader; 
Free  grace  has  brought  us  to  his  feet: 

Heaven's  glorious  intercede!'. 
Canaan  !  blest  Canaan  ! 
We  are  bound  to  the  land  of  Canaan; 

For  Canaan  is  our  place  of  rest; 
Will  you  go  to  the  land  of  Canaan? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  33 

Our  anchor's  weighed  from  earth  and  sin ; 

Our  sails  are  spread  and  flowing; 
We  mean  a  glorious  prize  to  win, 

In  the  land  to  which  we're  going. 
Canaan !  rich  Canaan ! 
All  hands  for  the  land  of  Canaan ! 

For  Canaan  is  our  "  father-land," 
Will  you  sail  with  us  for  Canaan  ? 

We've  joined  the  Lord  High  Admiral's  ship; 

His  standard  now  is  waiving; 
We'll  range  along  across  the  deep; 

Sailors  and  soldiers  saving. 
Canaan !  great  Canaan ! 
Starboard  for  the  land  of  Canaan ! 

"Keep  a  good  look  out  there — fore  and  aft," 
Will  you  hail  for  the  land  of  Canaan  ? 

Our  number  yet  is  not  complete ; 

We've  berths  and  glorious  wages: 
Bear  a  hand — be  quick,  and  join  the  fleet, 

And  read  our  sacred  pages. 
Canaan !  grand  Canaan ! 
"Crowns  of  gold,"  in  the  land  of  Canaan ; 

Eternal  life  our  pension  is; 
Will  you  ship  for  the  land  of  Canaan? 

Our  ship's  well  mann'd  and  stor'd,  and  arm'd, 

With  magazines  for  fighting; 
Fear  not,  then;  come  be  not  alarmed; 

'Tis  "  God  in  Christ,"  inviting. 
Canaan!  strong  Canaan! 
No  foes  in  the  land  of  Canaan; 

And  Canaan  ne'er  can  conquered  be 
Will  you  sail  with  us  for  Canaan? 


34  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Should  storms  arise  'midst  rocks  and  shoals, 
And  death  come  off  to  seize  us, 

Redeeming  blood  secures  our  souls, 
The  precious  blood  of  Jesus. 
Canaan !  high  Canaan ! 

We'll  sing  in  the  land  of  Canaan ; 
From  every  kindred,  tribe  and  tongue, 

Will  you  go  to  the  blood-bought  Canaan  ? 

A  few  more  tacks,  main  topsail  haul, 
And  the  wind  will  be  fair  for  Canaan; 

The  last  tack  made,  with  "  haul  of  all ;" 
Then  bear  away  for  Canaan. 
Canaan !  calm  Canaan! 

"No  Sea"  in  the  land  of  Canaan; 
"  No  night,  no  curse,"  or  foe-ships  there, 

For  the  glorious  Lord's  in  Canaan. 

The  harbor  made,  full  sail  we  steer, 
With  Calv'ry's  standard  raised ; 

What  millions  wait  our  course  to  cheer! 
Free  grace,  rich  grace,  be  praised ! 
Canaan!  full  Canaan! 

All  the  saints  in  the  land  of  Canaan! 
Let  go  the  anchor,  furl  the  sails, 

We've  arrived  in  the  land  of  Canaan. 

Shout  vict'ry  o'er  sin,  death  and  hell, 

Through  Calv'ry's  crimson  fountain  ; 
All  hands  in  glory,  sing  and  tell 

Of  the  blood-besprinkled  mountain. 
Canaan!  blest  Canaan! 
A  marriage  feast  in  Canaan ; 

Triumph  and  glory!  and  endles3  joys! 

Come  sail  for  the  port  of  Canaan  J 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  35 


THE  CANAAN  TRAVELER. 

Ye  vain  worldly  pleasures,  we  bid  you  adieu, 
A  heavenly  country  we  have  in  our  view; 
From  earth  we  are  rising  at  Jesus'  command, 
By  faith  we'll  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 

Chorus. — Press  forward,  press  forward,  the  prize  is 
in  view, 
A  crown  of  bright  glory  is  waiting  for  you. 

From  Egypt's  hard  bondage  our  souls  are  set  free, 
And  now  we  are  walking  in  sweet  liberty; 
All  may  unite  with  our  conquering  band, 
And  with  us  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 
Press  forward,  &c. 

The  tall  sons  of  Anak  may  stand  in  our  way, 
But  Jesus  our  captain  is  greater  than  they; 
The  power  of  Jehovah  they  can  not  withstand ; 
Therefore,  we'll  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 
Press  forward,  &c 

Through  faith  in  his  blood  we  can  trample  on  sin, 
Arrayed  in  his  might  we  the  battle  shall  win; 
The  sword  of  the  Spirit  is  in  our  right  hand, 
With  this  we'll  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 
Press  forward,  &c. 

Now.  now,  to  the  brink  of  the  river  we're  come, 
Our  heaven-born  spirits  would  fain  be  at  home; 
Lo!  Jordan  rolls  back  at  our  Jesus'  command; 
He  bids  us  go  up  and  possess  the  good  land. 
Press  forward,  &c. 


36  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Soon  as  we  arrive  on  celestial  ground. 
With  honor  and  glory  our  heads  shall  be  crown'd, 
And  conquering  palms  we  shall  hold  in  our  hand, 
And  dwell  with  our  King  in  the  heavenly  land. 
Press  .forward.  &c. 


GOD  IS  LOVE. 

Tune — Will  you  go  ? 

What  sound  is  this  thro'  heaven  resounding — God  is 

love  ? 
From  earth  I  hear  the  song  rebounding — God  is  love. 
Yes,  while  adoring  hosts  proclaim 
Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name, 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same — God  is  love. 

This  song  repeat,  ye  saints  in  glory — God  is  love ; 

And  saints  on  earth,  shout  back  the  story — God  is  love. 

In  this  let  heaven  and  earth  agree 

To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free. 

And  let  the  theme  for  ever  be — God  is  love. 

Creation's  thousand  tongues  proclaiming — God  is  love. 

And  Providence  unites,  exclaiming — God  is  love. 

But  let  the  burden'd  sinner  hear 

The  gospel  sounding  loud  and  clear 

To  everv  soul  both  far  and  near — God  is  love. 

This  heavenly  love  all  round  is  flowing — God  is  love; 
And  in  my  heart  the  fire  is  glowing — God  is  love. 
That  God  is  love,  I  know  full  well, 
And  had  I  power  his  love  to  tell, 
With  loudest  notes  my  songs  should  swell — God  is 
love. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  37 

The  love  of  God  is  now  my  pleasure — God  is  love, 

This,  only  this,  shall  be  my  treasure — God  is  love; 

This  theme  shall  be  my  song  below, 

And,  when  I  home  to  glory  go, 

This  strain  eternally  shall  flow — God  is  love. 


ADDRESS  TO  SAILORS. 

Ye  sons  of  the  main,  who  sail  over  the  flood, 
Whose  sins  are  like  mountains,  and  reach  up  to  God, 
Remember  the  last  voyage  of  life  will  soon  end; 
So  now,  brother  sailor,  make  Jesus  your  friend. 

Look  astern  on  your  life,  see  your  way  marked  with 

sin; 
Look  ahead,  see  what  danger  you  are  foundering  in: 
If  the  black  rocks  of  death  beat  forth  on  your  keel, 
Then  your  vessel  and  cargo  will  all  sink  to  hell. 

Mind  your  helm,  brother  sailor,  and  don't  fall  asleep; 
Watch  and  pray  night  and  day,  lest  you"sink  in  the 

deep; 
Lay  by  your  old  compass,  it  will  do  you  no  good. 
It  ne'er  will  direct  you  the  right  way  to  God. 

Fling  your  luff,  brother  sailor,  the  breeze  is  now  fair; 
Trim  your  sails  to  the  wind,  boys,  the  storm  you'll 

soon  clear; 
You  are  sailing  to  Jesus,  keep  him  in  full  view, 
You'll  weather  all  danger,  he'll  guide  you  safe  through. 

Renounce  your  old  master,  the  devil,  straightway, 
Or  the  crew  that  you  sail  with  will  lead  you  astray; 
Desert  the  black  colors,  fly  over  to  red, 
For  Jesus,  your  captain,  has  conquered  and  bled. 

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38  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

His  colors  are  flying,  they  wave  in  the  air. 
And  volunteers  are  coming  both  far  off  and  near; 
Embark,  then,  with  Jesus,  no  longer  delay, 
Good  usage  he'll  give  you,  good  wages  he'll  pay. 

Good  usage  he'll  give  you,  when  the  voyage  it  begins, 
He  will  free  your  transgressions  and  pardon  your 

sins ; 
Though  storms  you  will  meet  with  when  sailing  that 

way, 
Yet  soon  you  will  anchor  in  heaven's  broad  bay. 

Your  tarpauling  jackets  no  longer  you'll  wear, 
But  robes  dipt  in  glory,  all  pure,  white,  and  fair, 
With  crowns  on  your  head  that  will  dazzle  the  sun, 
From  glory  to  glory  eternally  run. 


OH,  HOW  HE  LOVES! 

Sinners,  come,  let's  fly  to  Jesus! 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
From  our  thralldom  bell  release  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Oh,  glad  we  are  to  hear  him 
Bid  such  sinful  worms  come  near  him, 
Why  should  we  distrust  or  fear  him? 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 

It's  eternal  life  to  know  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Think,  oh,  think,  how  much  we  owe  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
With  his  precious  blood  he  bought  us, 
In  the  wilderness  he  sought  us, 
To  his  fold  he  kindly  brought  us; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 


SPIRITUAL  30SGS.  39 

Come,  and  id  his  arms  he'll  take  110, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Never  leave  us,  nor  forsake  us, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Men  may  slight  aud  disrespect  us, 
But  their  wrath  shall  not  affect  us, 
Jesus  will  from  harm  protect  us; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 

When  the  spark  of  life  is  waning, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
When  the  languid  eye  is  straining, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
When  the  feeble  pulse  is  ceasing, 
Start  not  at  its  swift  decreasing, 
'Tis  the  fettered  soul  releasing; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 

When  the  pangs  of  death  assail  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Christ  is  thine,  he  can  not  fail  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Yes,  though  death  and  hell  endeavor, 
From  his  love  thy  soul  to  sever, 
Jesus  is  thy  strength  for  ever; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 

Soon  in  heaven  we'll  adore  him, 

Oh,  how  he  loves ! 
Cast  our  glitt'ring  crowns  before  him, 

Oh,  howT  he  loves! 
When  the  victory  is  completed, 
And  around  his  throne  we're  seated, 
Then  we'll  sing  and  still  repeat  it; 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 


40  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


CHRIST  FEEDING  THE  MULTITUDE. 

The  multitude  is  going  away, 
But  Jesus  bids  his  people  stay; 
A  little  while  with  Jesus  stop, 
And  gather  all  the  fragments  up. 

There's  bread  and  fish  for  you  and  me, 
And  plenty  more  for  two  or  three ; 
Who  would  not,  then,  with  Jesus  stop, 
And  gather  all  the  fragments  up  ? 

There's  wine  new  from  the  lees  refined 
If  you  for  glory  are  inclined; 
Come,  then,  with  us  and  Jesus  stop, 
And  gather  all  the  fragments  up. 

Come,  and  partake  the  rich  repast, 
The  best  comes,  ofttimes,  at  the  last; 
Your  baskets  fill  up  to  the  top, 
In  love  pack  all  the  fragments  up. 


SOLDIERS'  HYMN. 

Come,  soldiers,  can't  you  arise  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  Immanuel? 
Yes,  bless  the  Lord,  we  can  arise  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  Immanuel. 
He's  been  our  captain,  'mid  war's  alarms, 
He  fired  our  hearts  with  cry  to  arms; 
We  took  the  field,  and  with  waving  palms 

Returned  in  peace  triumphant. 

Chorus — All  glory  to  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

Who  purchased  us  with  atoning  blood; 
O  wash  our  hearts  in  the  purple  flood, 
And  fit  our  souls  for  glory. 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  41 

Come  landsmen,  can't  you  arise  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  Imrnanuel? 
Yes,  bless  the  Lord,  we  can  arise  and  tell 

The  wonders  of  Imrnanuel. 
He's  brought  us  out  of  the  miry  clay, 
He  set  our  feet  on  the  king's  highway, 
And  now  we  bow  to  his  pleasing  sway, 

And  press  to  endless  glory. 


SOLDIERS'  HYMN. 

Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus,  pray  stand  to  your  arms, 
Prepare  for  the  battle,  the  gospel  alarms; 
O  be  not  faint-hearted,  though  he  roars  like  a  flood, 
He'll  not  stand  before  the  bright  armies  of  God. 
Chorus. — Glory  be  to  Jesus,  there's  no  friend  like 
Jesus, 

Come  with  us,  come  with  us, 

Come  with  us  in  love, 

Let's  all  march  together,  to  heaven  above. 

To  battle,  to  battle,  the  trumpets  do  sound, 
The  watchmen  are  crying  fair  Zion  around; 
The  signal  of  victory,  hark!  hark!  from  the  sky; 
Shout,  shout,  ye  brave  armies,  the  watchman  all  cry. 

King  Jesus  is  riding  the  white  horse  before. 
The  watchman  close  after,  the  trumpets  do  roar, 
Some  shouting,  some  singing,  salvation  they  cry, 
In  the  strength  of  King  Jesus,  all  hell  we  defy. 

The  angelic  armies  with  Zion  combine, 
In  robes  of  bright  glory  eternally  shine, 
All  shouting  and  singing,  on  yon  happy  shore 
Where  wars  and  commotions  can   reach   them   no 
more. 

4* 


42  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

We'll  join  the  bright  harpers  in  anthems  divine, 
Whose  crown   with  bright  diamonds  the  sun   doos 

outshine ; 
To  the  praise  of  King  Jesus,  we'll  tune  our  harps  then ; 
Salvation  and  glory  to  Jesus,  amen.  * 


AND  THE  HOUSE  OF  THE  LORD  SHALL 
BE  FILLED. 

And  the  house  of  the  Lord  shall  be  filled 
With  glory,  hallelujah, 
With  glory,  hallelujah, 
With  glory,  hallelujah,  amen. 

Let  the  preacher  be  filled  with  thy  love, 
Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

Let  the  members  be  filled  with  thy  love, 
Send  the  power. 

Let  the  children  be  filled  with  thy  love, 
Send  the  power. 

Let  the  penitents  be  filled  with  thy  love, 
Send  the  power. 

Let  backsliders  be  filled  with  thy  love, 
Send  the  power. 

And  the  work  of  the  Lord  shall  revive, 
Send  the  power. 


MERCY'S  FREE. 

By  faith  I  see  my  Savior  dying 
On  the  tree,  on  the  tree, 

To  every  nation  he  is  crying, 
Look  to  me,  look  to  me. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  43 

He  bids  the  guilty  now  draw  near, 
Repent,  believe,  dismiss  their  fear, 
Hark!  hark!  these  precious  words  I  hear, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Did  Christ,  when  I  was  sin  pursuing, 

Pity  me,  pity  me? 
And  did  he  save  my  soul  from  ruin, 

Can  it  be,  can  it  be  ? 
O  yes,  he  did  salvation  bring, 
He  is  my  prophet,  priest  and  king, 
And  now  my  happy  soul  can  sing, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Jesus  the  mighty  God  hath  spoken 

Peace  to  me,  peace  to  me ; 
Now  all  my  chains  of  sin  are  broken, 

I  am  free,  I  am  free; 
Soon  as  I  in  his  name  believed, 
The  Holy  Spirit  I  received, 
And  Christ  from  death  my  soul  retrieved, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Jehovah  still  my  soul  refreshes, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free, 
And  every  moment  Christ  is  precious, 

Unto  me,  unto  me; 
None  can  describe  the  bliss  I  prove, 
While  through  the  wilderness  I  rove, 
All  may  enjoy  the  Savior's  love, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  still  be  crying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 
And  this  shall  be  my  song  when  dying, 

Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free;  . 


44  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

And  when  the  vale  of  death  I've  passed, 
And  lodg'd  above  the  stormy  blast, 
I'll  sing  while  endless  ages  last, 
Mercy's  free,  mercy's  free. 


CHRIST  THE  ROCK. 

In  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God  I'll  repair, 

When  my  heart  is  o'erwhelmed  with  sorrows  and 

care; 
From  the  ends  of  the  earth,  to  thee  will  1  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  L 

Chorus. — Hallelujah,  hallelujah,  hallelujah  to  God, 

For  he  hath   redeemed  us  with  his  own 
precious  blood. 

When  Satan,  my  foe,  comes  in  like  a  flood, 
To  drive  my  poor  soul  from  the  fountain  of  good, 
I'll  pray  to  the  Savior  who  kindly  did  die; 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

And  when  I  shall  close  my  pilgrimage  here, 
In  Jesus'  righteousness  let  me  appear; 
In  the  swellings  ot  Jordan  on  thee  I'll  rely, 
And  look  on  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

And  when  the  last  trumpet  shall  sound  through  the 

skies, 
And  the  dead  from  the  dust  of  the  earth  shall  arise; 
As  I  soar  in  the  air,  to  the  angels  I'll  cry, 
Lead  me  to  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 

And  when  I  behold  thee  arrayed  on  thy  throne, 
I'll  fall  at  thy  feet  and  there  cast  my  crown ; 
The  malice  of  Satan  and  men  I'll  defy, 
When  safe  on  the  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


SPIRITUAL    6<*NGS.  45 

'Tig  there  I  shall  meet  the  dear  ransomed  flock, 
Who  on  earth  drank  the  streams  that  flow'd  from  th's 

rock, 
With  millions  I'll  join  above  yonder  sky, 
To  praise  the  dear  rock  that  is  higher  than  I. 


PREACHER'S  FAREWELL  HYMN. 

Tunt — Mercy's  Free. 

My  friends  and  hearers  all  adieu, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well ; 
I  can  no  longer  stay  with  you, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
My  Master  calls,  I  must  away, 
In  other  parts  to  preach  and  pray, 
And  I  the  glorious  call  obey, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 

Brethren  and  sisters  in  the  Lord, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well; 
We  oft  have  feasted  on  his  word, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
But  now  those  blissful  scenes  are  o'er, 
And  I  may  never  see  you  more, 
Till  all  the  storms  of  life  are  o'er; 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 

Ye  siners  and  backsliders  too, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
I  oft  have  wept  and  prayed  for  you, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
But  you  my  voice  no  more  may  hear, 
Till  Christ  shall  in  the  clouds  appear, 
And  then  you  '11  meet  your  preacher  there, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 


46  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Ye  heralds  of  the  dying  God, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well; 
Still  point  poor  sinners  to  the  blood, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
Go  tell  them  Jesus  died  to  save, 
And  snatch  them  from  the  gaping  grave, 
And  you  a  sure  reward  shaU  have; 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 

And  you  my  little  children  dear, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well; 
May  you  at  last  in  heaven  appear, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well; 
And  each  receive  a  starry  crown, 
And  on  a  dazzling  throne  sit  down, 
And  claim  a  kingdom  for  your  own; 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 

Until  we  all  arrive  in  heaven, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well ; 
There  friends  asunder  sha'nt  be  riven, 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 
When  landed  on  that  happy  sh^re, 
We  then  shall  say  farewell  no  more, 
There  all  our  partings  will  be  o'er. 

Fare  ye  well,  fare  ye  well. 

John  Stamp. 


Come,  angels!  seize  your  harps  of  gold, 
The  song  of  love  to  man  unfold, 
Assist  our  joys,  exhalt  our  praise, 
Another  sinner's  sav'd  by  grace; 
Glory!  glory!  lot  us  sing, 
While  heaven  and  earth  with  glory  ring, 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God !  * 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  47 

A  leper  wash'd  from  every  stain, 
Requires  a  higher,  louder  strain! 
The  spirits  stamp' d  and  seal'd  within, 
The  blood  of  Christ  lias  cleans'd  from  sin; 
Satan  feels  his  power  is  gone, 
He  falls  like  lightning  from  his  throne, 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

Come,  let  us  sing,  and  pray,  and  praise, 
For  soon  this  warring  strife  shall  cease; 
When  lost  in  love — o'erflow'd  with  God, 
With  Christ  we  take  our  bless'd  abode, 
Hark!  the  trumpet  speaks  him  nigh, 
Hark!  he  comes!  while  myriads  cry, 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God ! 

We  little  flock,  by  all  contemn'd, 
O'erlooked,  unknown,  despised,  condemned, 
With  names  traduc'd,  and  lives  abhorred, 
We  suffer  with  our  murdered  Lord; 
Yet  still  the  flames  ascend  the  higher, 
We'll  burn  triumphant  in  the  Are: 
Hosannah  to  the  Lamb  of  God! 


THE  HEAVENLY  SHOUT. 

Tune — Glory!   glory! 

Pray  what's  the  reason,  when  you  meet, 

You  make  so  great  a  noise? 
Because  the  Lord  comes  in  our  hearts; 

And  shall  we  not  rejoice! 

'Rebuke  them,"  cry  the  pharisees; 

But  Jesus  turns  about, 
And  says,  "If  these  should'hold  their  peace, 

The  stones  would  then  cry  out. 


48  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

It  matters  not  what  men  may  say, 

Or  call  us  here  below ; 
We  mean  to  sing,  and  shout,  and  pray, 

Till  we  to  glory  go. 


Tune — Will  you  come  to  the  Bower  ? 

Will  you  come  to  the  banquet  of  Jcsus's  love? 
Your  fare  shall  be  glorious — sent  down  from  above: 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 

Come  to  the  feast? 
Will  you,  will  you,  will  you,  will  you, 
Come  to  the  feast? 

Will  you  walk  along  with  me  in  the  pleasant  fields 

of  grace  ? 
Here's  many  a  flower  whose  beauteous  form  has 
never  met  thy  gaze ; 
Will  you,  &c, 

Walk  along  with  me? 

Will  you  come  to  the  fountain  of  Jesus's  blood? 
'Twill  wash  away  your  guilty  stains,  and  reconcile  to 
God: 
Will  you,  &c, 

Try  its  virtue  now? 

Will  you  bathe  in  the  river  of  everlasting  life  ? 
Its  stream  will  cool  the  feverish  heat  found  in  tempta- 
tion's strife: 
Will  you,  &c, 

Plunge  into  the  flood? 

Will  you  sail  with  me  upon  the  sea — the  ocean  of 

God's  love  ? 
That  breeze  shall  never  change  about  whioh  wafts 
our  souls  above: 
Will  you,  foe.* 

Sail  along  with  me  ? 


SPIRITUAL   SONGS.  49 

Will  you  seek  with  me  a  country  at  present  out  of 

sight? 
But  from  that  world,  upon  our  path,  there  shines  a 
beam  of  light: 
Will  you,  &c, 

Go  to  heaven  with  me? 

SECOND  PART. 

Will  you  go  to  the  concert  of  angels  in  light? 
Their  goden  harps  shall  thrill  thy  soul  with  glorious 
delight: 
Will  you  &c, 

Go  to  heaven  with  me? 
Will  you  go  along  with  me  to  the  land  of  endless 

bliss? 
The  joys  of  that  shall  make  amends  for  all  the  cares  of 
this : 
Will  you,  &c, 

Go  to  heaven  with  me  ? 

Will  you  rest  with  me  to-night  on  the  pillow  of  God's 

peace? 
From  worldly  toil,  and  vexing  care,  'twill  grant  you 
sweet  release : 
Will  you,  &c, 

Give  your  heart  to  God? 

Will  you  see  with  me  the  glorious  Sun  of  Righteous- 
ness arise  ? 
Its  cheering  beams  shall  wipe  away  those  dew-drops 
from  thine  eyes: 
Will  you,  &c ., 

Trust  in  Jesus  now? 

\Vill    vou    mount  along  with  me  in  the  chariot  of 

fire? 
Leave  earth  behind,  and  to  eternal  sunshine  aspire? 
Will  you,  &c, 

Mount  along  with  me? 


50  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


LOTS  WIFE. 

How  prone  are  professors  to  rest  on  their  lees, 
To  study  their  profit,  their  pleasure  and  ease, 
Tho'  God  says,  Arise,  and  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's  wife ! 

Awake  from  your  slumber,  the  warning  believe; 
*Tis  Jesus  that  warns  you,  the  message  receive ; 
While  dangers  are  pending,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's  wife ! 

The  first  bold  apostate  will  attempt  you  to  stay; 
And  tell  you,  no  dangers  are  found  in  the  way; 
He  means  to  deceive  you,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's  wife ! 

How  many  poor  souls  has  the  serpent  beguiled! 
With  specious  temptations  how  many  defiled! 
Then  be  not  deluded,  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's  wife! 

The  ways  of  religion  true  pleasures  afford, 
No  pleasures  can  equal  the  joys  of  the  Lord; 
Forsake,  then,  the  world,  and  escape  for  your  life, 
And  look  not  behind  you — remember  Lot's  wife! 

But  if  you  're  determined  the  call  to  refuse, 
And  venture  the  way  of  destruction  to  choose; 
For  hell  you  shall  part  with  the  blessing  of  life, 
And  then,  if  not  now,  you  '11  remember  Lot's  wife! 


SPIRITUAL    SOIfGS.  *k 

THE  GOSPEL  SHIP. 

Tune— Glory,  glory,  glory. 

The  gospel  ship — she  is  on  sail; 

Sing  glory,  Hallelujah, 
And  every  day  she  doe3  prevail,  sing  glory; 
She  has  on  hoard  a  happy  crew, 
And  Jesus  is  our  captain  too, 
We  have  the  promised  land  in  view,  sing  glory. 

We  've  many  thousand  souls  on  board,  sing  glory: 

All  well  equipped  with  shield  and  sword,  sing  glory; 

And,  standing  as  a  watch  on  guard, 

To  face  our  foes  we  are  prepared 

We  are  pressing  for  the  great  reward,  sing  glory. 

Sometimes  a  boisterous  sea  comes  on,  sing  glory, 

But  Jesus  speaks,  and  soon  it's  gone,  sing  glory, 

Come,  see  what  Christ  our  Lord  can  do, 

We  '11  trust  him  all  our  passage  through, 

And  with  the  promis'd  land  in  view,  sing  glory. 

Come,  all  you  wanderers  on  the  shore,  sing  glory, 

There's  room  for  you  and  thousands  more,  sing  glory, 

Forsake  your  sins  and  join  the  crew, 

And  then  you  will  be  happy  too, 

For  you  will  have  the  prize  in  view,  sing  glory. 

Some  say  we  are  a  noisy  crew,  sing  glory; 
We  shout  for  joy — oh  yes,  it's  true,  sing  glory 
Who  can  forbear,  with  all  their  might, 
To  praise  and  pray,  both  day  and  night, 
With  such  a  glorious  prize  in  sight?  sing  glory. 


52  SPIRITUAL  SOIVGS. 

Let  every  heart  and  every  voice  sing  glory; 
We  are  commanded  to  rejoice,  sing  glory; 
And  when  we  reach  the  happy  shore, 
Sorrow  and  sin  shall  be  no  more, 
And  then  we  shall  for  evermore  sing  glory. 


HYMN  FGIt  A  REVIVAL. 

Tune — Poor  Mary  Ann. 

Jesus  Christ  is  now  amongst  us, 

Only  believe. 
He  is  here  to  bless  and  save  us, 

Only  believe. 
He  is  loving,  kind,  and  gracious, 
And  his  blood  is  efficacious; 
Every  soul  may  feel  him  precious, 

Only  believe. 

Is  there  one  that's  seeking  pardon  ? 

Only  believe. 
Cast  on  him  your  heavy  burden, 

Only  believe. 
Let  not  Satan  longer  grieve  you, 
Nor  the  world  and  sin  deceive  you ; 
Christ  the  Lord  will  now  receive  you, 

Only  believe. 

Is  there  one  who  has  backslidden? 

Only  believe. 
You  have  walked  in  paths  forbidden, 

Only  believe. 
Oh,  how  sinful  thus  to  leave  him, 
Thus  to  slight,  despise,  and  griove  him; 
But  again  you  may  receive  him, 

Only  believe. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  5J 


Is  thero  who  wants  sanctifying? 

Only  believe, 
Jesus'  blood  is  purifying. 

Only  believe. 
Glory,  honor,  praise,  and  power, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  for  ever; 
From  all  sins  he  does  deliver, 

Only  believe. 


LOOK  TO  THE  CROSS. 

Tune — Poor  Mary  Ann. 

Come,  poor  guilty,  anxious  mourner, 

Look  to  the  cross; 
Leave  the  proud,  the  gay,  the  scorner — 

Look  to  the  cross. 
Lift  an  eye  of  faith  to  Jesus, 
He  from  sin's  hard  bondage  frees  us, 
When  we  grieve  his  grace  can  ease  us; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

Bow  in  humble  prayer  before  him — 

Look  to  the  cross. 
Now  by  hope  and  love  adore  him — 

Look  to  the  cross, 
Let  thy  guilt  no  more  distress  thee, 
Peace  and  pardon  soon  shall  bless  thee, 
And  the  Savior's  love  carress  thee; 

Look  to  the  cross. 

Jesus  waits  to  grant  his  favor, 

Look  to  the  cross; 
He's  an  all  sufficient  Savior, 

Look  to  the  cro^s ; 


54  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Though  thy  crimes  reach  high  ns  heaven, 
Thou  'gainst  grace  and  truth  hast  striven , 
Here  the  vilest  are  forgiven, 
Look  to  the  cross. 

Dost  thou  feel  thy  spirit  harden  ? 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
See  repentance  joined  with  pardon, 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
Hear  what  words  of  grace  are  spoken, 
Love  presents  her  highest  token, 
Gaze  till  thy  hard  heart  is  broken, 

Look  to  the  cross. 

Wouldst  thou  hear  thy  Savior  claim  thee? 

Look  to  the  cross. 
Wouldst  thou  feel  his  Jove  inflame  thee? 

Look  to  the  cross; 
Hark!  he  specks,  but  not  in  thunder, 
Hear,  O  earth,  let  angels  wonder, 
"  I  have  snapp'd  thy  chains  asunder, 

Look  to  my  cross. 

Thence  flows  full  and  free  salvation, 

Look  to  the  cross; 
Bought  for  all  of  every  nation, 

Look  to  the  cross ; 
Life  and  joy  for  all  the  dying, 
Corne,  'tis  oflfer'd  without  buying, 
Dry  thy  tears  and  stay  thy  sighing, 

Look  to  the  cross.  John  Stamp. 


SAILING  TO  GLORY. 

We're  sailing  to  a  better  world, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah ; 
Our  every  sail  is  now  unfurled, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  55 

Our  Jesus  doos  the  vessel  steer, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah, 
The  heavenly  port  we  're  drawing  near, 

Sing   glory,  hallelujah. 

Our  ship's  the  vessel  of  free  grace, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah; 
The  heavenly  port's  our  landing  place, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

The  prophets  in  this  ship  went  home 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah; 
But  still  a  guilty  world  may  come, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

Apostles,  martyrs,  Wesley,  too, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah, 
The  heavenly  Pilot  steered  them  through, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

And  bless  the  Lord  I  've  got  on  board, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah; 
My  compass  is  God's  holy  word, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

And  when  the  heavenly  port  we  gain, 

Sing  glory,  halleujah, 
We  '11  sing  the  Lamb  for  sinnors  slain, 

Sing  glory,  hallelujah. 

Chorus — They  say  we  are  a  noisy  crew; 

But  that's  not  all,  we're  happy  too. 

Joan  Stami\ 


56  SPIRITUAL    SOJNCS. 

THE  CROSS. 

Tune — Will  you  go? 

The  Savior  laid  his  crown  aside, 

For  the  cross, 
And  there  for  all  the  world  he  died, 

On  the  cross; 
His  cheeks  were  smote,  his  flesh  was  torn, 
His  sacred  temples  felt  the  thorn, 
While  heaven  and  earth  in  darkness  mourn, 

Round  the  cross. 

Our  sins  were  all  upon  him  laid, 

On  the  cross; 
For  all  he  hath  atonement  made, 

On  the  cross; 
His  pierced  feet,  his  hands  and  side; 
Pour  forth  redemption's  healing  tide,. 
Life's  cleansing  fount  was  open'd  wide, 

On  the  cross. 

Ten  thousand  foes  did  him  surround, 

On  the  cross; 
But  lo!  he  did  them  all  confound, 

On  the  cross; 
His  heavenly  Father  veil'd  his  face, 
While  devils  throng'd  the  sacred  place; 
Still  he  rcdeem'd  our  fallen  race, 

On  the  cross. 

Oh !  haste,  my  som,  and  see  him  die, 

On  the  cross, 
Hark!  hear  that  last  expiring  cry, 

On  the  cross. 


SPIRITUAL    S0N03.  57 

He  says,  I  suffer' d  this  for  thee, 
Approach  in  frith  the  blooiri-sfc  in'd  tree, 
And  thou  shalt  my  salvation  see; 
On  the  cross. 

Oh,  come,  poor  sinner,  come  with  me, 

To  the  cross 
There's  blood-bought  pardon  flowing  free, 

From  the  cross; 
He  waits  to  wash  your  sins  away. 
Arise!  this  is  the  gospel  day; 
Make  haste,  poor  sinner  come  away, 

To  the  cross. 

When  foes  assail,  oh,  may  I  fly, 

To  the  cross ; 
When  strength  shall  fail,  oh,  let  me  die, 

Near  the  cross; 
And  when  I  reach  fair  Salem's  plain, 
And  join  yon  high  and  dazzling  train, 
I'll  sing  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

On  the  cross.  John  Stajhp. 


WHAT'S  THE  NEWS! 

Tune — Mercy's  Free. 

Whene'er  we  meat,  you  always  say, 

What's  the  news? 
Pray  what's  the  order  of  the  day? 

What's  the  news? 
Oh,  I  have  good  nows  to  tell, 
My  Jesus  hath  done  all  things  well, 
He's  triumph'd  over  death  and  hell ; 
That'd  the  news. 


58  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

The  Lamb  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
To  set  a  world  of  sinners  free; 
For  us  he  bow'd  his  sacred  head, 
For  us  his  precious  blood  was  shed, 
And  he  is  risen  from  the  dead ; 
That's  the  news. 

To  heaven  again  the  Conqu'ror's  gone, 
He's  seated  now  upon  his  throne ; 
Upon  that  throne  he  will  remain 
Until,  as  judge,  he  comes  again, 
Attended  by  his  dazzling  train ; 
That's  the  news. 

His  work's  reviving  all  around, 
And  many  have  Messiah  found ; 
And  since,  their  souls  have  caught  the  flame, 
They  shout  hosannah  to  his  name, 
And  all  around  they  spread  his  fame; 
That's  the  news. 

The  Lord  has  pardoned  all  my  sin, 
I  feel  the  witness  now  within ; 
And  since  he  took  my  guilt  away, 
And  taught  me  how  to  watch  and  pray 
I'm  happy  now  from  day  to  day ; 
That's  the  news. 

And  Jesus  Christ  can  save  you  too, 
Your  sinful  heart  he  can  renew — 
This  moment,  if  for  sin  you  grieve, 
This  moment,  if  you  do  believe, 
A  full  acquittal  you  11  receive; 
That's  the  news. 

And  then,  if  any  one  should  say, 

What's  the  news? 
Oh,  tell  them  you  've  began  to  pray, 

That's  the  news; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  59 

That  you  have  join'd  t!:e  conquering  band 
And  now,  at  God's  divine  command, 
You  're  marching  to  the  better  land; 
That's  the  news. 


HOSANNAH. 

See,  Israel  in  the  wilderness,  . 

Where  fed  by  heavenly  manna, 
And  souls,  through  Jesus  righteousness, 

Delight  to  sing  Hosannah. 
O  glorious  theme,  redemption's  scheme, 

That  made  us  sing  Hosannah, 
Our  rapture  seemed  a  heavenly  dream, 

When  first  we  sang  Hosannah. 

All  round  the  camp  each  night  it  fell, 

And  Israel  call  it  manna, 
But  Jesus  saves  our  souls  from  hell, 

And  we  must  sing  Hosannh. 
Here's  living  bread,  here's  living  bread, 

In  Christ,  O  sing  Hosannah; 
For  us  he  groaned,  for  us  he  bled, 

Ye  ransomed,  sing  Hosannah. 

From  heaven  descending,  down  it  came, 

Each  tent  was  filled  with  manna; 
All  glory  to  the  precious  name, 

Of  Christ,  come  sing  Hosannah. 
The  bread  of  God,  the  bread  of  God, 

Is  Christ,  then  sinffHosannah ; 
Redeemed  by  Jesus'  precious  blood, 

We'll  praise  and  shout  Hosannah. 

Each  day  the  host  were  well  supplied, 
Double  for  Sabbath  manna; 


60  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Thus  Christ  for  us  was  crucified, 
Sing  twice  as  much  llosannah. 

On  Lord's  day  sing,  on  Lord's  day  sing, 
To  Jesus  loud  llosannah; 

Praise  Him,  our  soul's  redemption  king, 
In  Zion  Sing  llosannah. 

6EC0ND  PART. 

Men,  women,  children,  gathered  food, 

And  forty  years  ate  manna; 
But  Jesus  gave  his  flesh  And  blood 

To  feed  our  souls,  Hosannah. 
Lord  evermore,  Lord  evermore, 

Give  us  this  bread,  Hosannah. 
Immanuel  our  souls  adore, 

On  him  we'll  live,  Hosannah. 

The  doors  of  heaven  opened  wide, 

He  rained  down  corn  as  manna ; 
A  soldier  pierced  the  Savior's  side, 

Redemption  flowed,  Hosannah. 
Water  and  blood,  water  and  blood, 

To  save  and  cleanse,  Hosannah ; 
This  fountain  rolls  a  crimson  flood, 

Here  wash  my  soul,  Hosannah. 

Humble  and  tried  for  forty  yearb, 

He  fed  them  still  with  manna; 
But  Jesus  poured  strong  cries  and  teaib, 

To  save  from  hell,  Hosannah; 
'Tis  angels'  food,  'tis  migcls'  food, 

To  sing  his  love,  Hosannah ; 
But  we  can  sing  of  precious  blood, 

Much  more  than  they  Hosannah. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  Gl 

When  Israel  conquered  Caiman's  land, 

They  ceased  to  gather  manna; 
But  when  we  reach  our  golden  strand, 

We  'II  never  cease,  liosannah. 

Eternally,  eternally, 

We  '11  sing  and  praise,  liosannah, 
With  saints  and  angels  gloriously. 

We'  11  chant  the  song,  liosannah. 

THIRD    PART. 

The  ark  within  the  veil  contained 

Their  golden  pot  of  manna; 
But  Christ  being  come,  has  glory  gained 

Our  great  high  priest,  Hosannah. 
The  holy  place,  the  holy  [dace, 

He  entered  in,  Hosannah; 
Redemption  and  eternal  grace 

Is  food  for  us,  Hosannah. 

Our  fathers  in  the  wilderness 

Are  dead,  who  lived  on  manna; 
But  Jesus'  blood  and  righteousness 

Give  endless  life,  Hosannah. 
His  flesh  and  blood,  his  flesh  and  blood. 

Is  meat  and  drink,  Hosannah; 
Mny  this  be  all  our  daily  food, 

Through  faith  and  hope,  Hosannah, 

"To  him  that  overcomes,'  he  said, 

"I'll  give  this  hidden  manna," 
Give  us  O  Lord,  this  daily  bread, 

To  strengthen  us,  hosannah. 
Victorious,  victorious, 

We  'il  never  die,  Hosannah: 
But  live  for  ever  glorious. 

On  Christ,  and  sing  Hosannah. 


62  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

The  multitude  rejoiced  and  sang, 

On  Salem's  road,  Hosannah; 
All  glory  in  the  highest,  rang 

For  Christ  our  heavenly  manna. 
Immediately  the  stones  would  cry, 

Did  we  not  sing  Hosannah ; 
Then  lift  your  hearts  and  souls  on  high, 

And  join  to  sing  Hosannah. 

FOURTH  PART. 

The  children  in  the  temple  cried, 

To  David's  son,  Hosannah ; 
Chief  priests  and  scribes  the  song  deride, 

Shall  children  sing  Hosannah  ? 
Suckling  and  babes,  suckling  and  babes, 

Shall  perfect  praise,  Hosannah  ; 
To  still  the  foe,  souls  overflow, 

And  chant  and  sing  Hosannah. 

Behold  in  heaven  a  glorious  throne, 

There's  Christ  our  glorious  manna, 
Like  jasper  and  a  sardine  stone, 

With  rainbow  truth,  Hosanuah. 
Like  emerald,  an  evergreen 

Encircled  round,  Hosannah; 
His  covenant  of  grace  is  seen, 

Brilliant  and  sure,  Hosannah. 

By  faith  enlisted,  now  I'll  sing, 

My  ration  is  this  manna; 
A  good  soldier  of  Christ,  my  king, 

Oh,  I  would  sing  Hosannah. 
Brave  soldier  like,  brave  soldier  like, 

I  '11  servo  for  daily  manna; 
1 1  is  royal  standard  never  striko 

It  waves  on  high,  Hosannah. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  63 

If  you  reach  home  before  I  do, 

With  saints  to  sing  Hosannah, 
Tell  them,  by  grace,  I  'in  coming  too, 

To  sing,  with  them,  Hosannah. 
Farewell  to  sin,  I  '11  mount  and  sing, 

Victorious,  Hosannah, 
I  'II  conquer  all  through  Christ,  my  king, 

For  ever  sing  Hosannah. 


BABYLON'S  FALLEN. 

Hail  the  day,  so  long  expected, 

Hail  the  year- of  full  release; 
Zion's  walls  are  now  erected, 

And  the  watchmen  live  in  peace. 
From  the  distant  courts  of  Zion, 

The  shrill  trumpets  loudly  roar, 
Babylon's  fallen,  fallen,  fallen — 

Babylon's  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 

Hark,  and  hear  the  people  crying, 

See  the  city  disappear, 
Trade  and  traffic  all  is  dying, 

Lo  they  sing  to  rise  no  more; 
Merchant  who  have  bought  her  traffic, 

Crying,  from  a  distant  shore, 
Babylon's  fallen,  fallen,  fallen — 

Babylon's  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 

All  her  merchants  cry  with  wonder, 

What  is  this  that's  come  to  pass? 
Murmuring  like  some  distant  thunder, 

Crying,  Oh!  alas!  alas! 
Swell  the  sounds,  ye  kings  and  nobles 

Priests  and  people,  rich  and  poor. 
Babylon's  fallen,  fallen,  fallen, 

Babylon's  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 


64  SPIRITUAL   SOXGS. 

Lo!  her  captains  are  returning, 

Up  to  Zion  sec  them  fly; 
While  the  heavenly  host,  rejoicing, 

Shout  and  echo  through  the  sky. 
See  the  ancients  of  the  city 

Terrified  at  the  uproar; 
Babylon's  fallen,  fallen,  fallen — 

Babylon's  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 

Tune  your  harps,  ye  heavenly  choir, 

Shout,  ye  followers  of  the  Lamb; 
See  the  city  all  on  fire, 

Clap  your  hands  and  blow  the  flamo, 
Novv's  the  day  of  compensation, 

Hope  and  mercy  now  is  o'er; 
Babylon's  fallen,  fallen,  fallen — 

Babylon's  fallen  to  rise  no  more. 


Tune — Holy  War. 

What  wondrous  love  is  this? 

O  my  soul,  O  my  sou!! 
What  wondrous  love  is  this,  O  my  soul? 
What  wondrous  love  is  this? 
Which  caused  the  Lord  of  bliss* 
To  bear  the  dreadful  curse, 

For  my  soul. 

When  I  was  sinking  down,  sinking  down,  sinking 

down, 
When  I  was  sinking  down,  sinking  down, 
When  T  was  sinking  down, 
Beneath  God's  awful  frown, 
Christ  laid  aside  his  crown 

For  my  soul. 


SPIRITUAL    SOXGS.  65 

When  I  began  to  pray  for  my  soul,  for  my  soul, 
When  I  began  to  pray  for  my  soul, 
When  1  began  to  pray, 
Thus  the  word  of  God  did  say, 
Christ  is  the  truth  and  the  way, 
For  thy  soul. 

He  shed  his  heavenly  light  in  my  soul,  in  my  soul, 
He  shed  his  heavenly  light  in  my  soul, 
He  shed  his  heavenly  light, 
To  disperse  the  gloom  of  night, 
Now  it  shines  with  radiance  bright, 
In  my  soul. 


A  BETTER  COUNTRY. 

There  is  a  better  world  on  high; 

Will  you  go  ? 
Far,  far  above  this  lower  sky; 

Will  you  go? 
Where  blissful  spirits  robM  in  white, 
And  angels  clothM  in  garments  bright, 
In  songs  of  rapt'rous  joy  unite. 

Will  you  go? 

There  brilliant  walls,  like  dimonds  shine; 

Will  you  go? 
Inlaid  with  gems  of  tints  divine; 

Will  you  go? 
Resplendent  gates  of  pearl  oppose 
All  entrance  unto  Zi on's  foes, 
And  6afe  its  golden  streets  enclose, 

Will  you  go  ? 

There  light,  and  love,  and  glory  dw*ll; 

Will  you  go? 
Unknown  are  sin,  and  death  and  hell; 

Will  you  go?  6* 


SPIRITUAL  SOIfGS. 

Nor  even  there  the  heaving  sigh; 
The  dew-drop,  from  the  tearful  eye; 
The  aching  heart,  or  mourner's  cry; 
Will  you  go? 

There  Jesus  reigns  in  glorious  state; 

Will  you  go? 
Ten  thousand  thousands  round  him  wait; 

Will  you  go? 
Cherubic  legions  wake  the  song, 
Seraphic  hosts  the  theme  prolong 
Which  fills  each  ransom'd  sinner's  tongue; 

Will  you  go  ? 

All  heaven  resounds  with  noblest  praise; 

Will  you  go? 
All  hearts  pour  forth  their  sweetest  lays ; 

Will  you  go? 
Jesus,  "the  Lamb  once  slain,"  they  sing; 
To  him  their  greatful  tribute  bring, 
And  bless  their  Savior  and  their  King; 

Wilr  you  go? 

Come!  let  us  seek  this  better  land; 

Will  you  go? 
Come!  let  us  join  this  heav'nly  band; 

Will  you  go? 
O'er  sin,  and  sense,  and  Satan  prove 
Victorious  through  Jesus'  sov'reign  love; 
Then  rise  to  swell  the  choir  above ; 

Will  you  go? 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  67 

GOD  IS  LOVE. 

Tune — Will  you  go? 

What  sound  is  this  thro' Jieaven  resounding — God  is 

love ; 
From  earth  I  hear  the  song  rebounding — God  is  love. 
Yes,  while  adoring  hosts  proclaim 
Love  is  his  nature,  love  his  name, 
My  soul  in  rapture  cries  the  same — God  is  love. 

This  song  repeat,  ye  saints  in  glory — God  is  love ; 
And  saints  on  earth,  shout  back  the  6tory — God  is 

love ; 
In  this  let  heaven  and  earth  agree, 
To  sound  his  love  both  full  and  free, 
And  let  the  theme  for  ever  be — God  is  love. 

Creation's  thousand   tongues  proclaiming — God    is 

love  ? 
And  providence  unites,  exclaiming — God  is  love; 
But  let  the  burden'd  sinner  hear 
Th*s  gospel  sounding,  loud  and  clear, 
To  every  soul,  both  far  and  near — God  is  love. 

This  heavenly  love  all  round  is  flowing — God  is  love; 
And  in  my  heart  the  fire  is  glowing — God  is  love; 
That  "God  is  love,"  I  know  full  well, 
And  had  I  power  his  love  to  tell, 
With  loudest  notes  my  song  should  swell — God  ia 
love. 

The  love  of  God  is  now  my  pleasure — God  is  love; 

This,  only  this,  shL.ll  be  my  treasure — God  is  love; 

This  theme  shall  be  my  song  below, 

And  when  I  home  to  glory  go, 

This  strain  eternally  shall  flow — God  is  love. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGfi. 

WILL  YOU  GO? 

Tune—"  What's  the  News? 

We  are  traveling  home  to  heaven  above, 

Will  you  go? 
To  sing  the  Savior's  dying  love; 

Will  you  go? 
Millions  have  reach'd  that  happy  shore, 
Their  toils  and  sufferings  now  are  o'er, 
And  yet  there's  room  for  millions  more; 
Will  you  go  ? 

We  are  going  to  walk  the  plains  of  light, 

Will  you  go? 
To  where  there's  neither  death  nor  night; 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  light  we  then  shall  wear, 
The  conqueror's  palm  we  then  shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  shall  share, 
Will  you  go? 

We  are  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go? 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name; 

Will  you  go? 
Our  sun  will  there  no  more  go  down, 
Our  moon  no  more  will  be  withdrawn, 
Our  days  of  mourning  will  be  gone; 
Will  you  go? 

The  way  to  heaven  is  free  for  all, 

Will  you  go  ? 

For  Jew  and  Gentile,  great  and  small, 
Will  you  go? 


SPIRITUAL  S0NG9.  69 

Make  up  your  minds,  give  God  your  heart, 
With  every  ?ir.  and  idol  part, 
And  now  for  glory  make  a  start; 

Will  you  go? 

The  way  to  heaven  is  strait  and  plain, 

Will  you  go? 
Repent,  believe,  be  born  again ; 

Will  you  go? 
The  Savior  cries  aloud  to  thee, 
"  Take  up  thy  cross  and  folLow  me, 
And  thcu  shait  my  salvation  see," 

Will  you  go? 

Oh,  could  I  hear  some  sinner  say, 

I  will  go? 
I  '11  start  tbis  moment,  clear  the  way. 

Let  me  go; 
My  old  companions,  fare  ye  well, 
I  will  not  go  with  you  to  hell, 
I  mean  with  Jesus  Christ  to  dwell, 

Let  me  go,      R,  Jukes. 

second  PART. 

Yes,  by  the  help  of  Jesus'  grace, 

I  will  go! 
I  '11  travel  to  the  heavenly  place, 

I  will  go! 
My  new  companions  are  so  kind, 
I  '11  leave  the  world  and  sin  behind. 
With  them  the  promis'd  rest  to  find, 

I  will  go! 

I  feel  I  'm  on  the  road  to  heaven, 

Let  me  go! 
I  know  my  sins  are  all  forgiven, 

Let  me  go ! 


70  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

God's  people  they  shall  be  my  choice, 
I  hear  my  Shepherd's  cheering  voice, 
Which  makes  my  very  soul  rejoice! 
Let  me  go. 

My  soul  is  bound  for  endless  bliss, 
Let  me  go! 

What  hath  the  world  to  equal  this  ? 
Let  me  go ! 

My  vain  amusements  all  adieu, 

My  soul  has  had  enough  of  you ; 

My  lather's  house  appears  in  view; 
Let  me  go. 

Some  of  our  friends  have  cross'd  the  flood, 
Let  me  go ! 

They  've  joined  yon  army,  bought  with  blood, 
Let  me  go! 

They  now  are  looking  out  for  me, 

Bearing  their  palms  of  victory, 

And  I  shall  them  in  glory  see ; 

Let  me  go. 

I  soon  shall  wear  my  starry  crown, 
Let  me  go! 

And  on  my  father's  throne  sit  down, 
Let  me  go! 

My  race  on  earth  is  nearly  run, 

The  battle  it  is  nearly  won, 

My  Savior  smiles,  and  says,  "Well  done'" 
Let  me  go. 

Hark!  hark!  my  Master  calls  me  home, 
Let  me  go! 

Ten  thousand  angels  bid  me  come, 
Let  me  go; 


SPIRITUAL    SOrtGS.  71 

Farewell,  my  friends,  adieu,  adieu, 
The  vale  of  death  I'm  marching  through, 
And  when  you  come  I  '11  welcome  you; 
Let  me  go! 

John  Stamp. 


THE  OLD  SHIP  OF  ZION— NEGRO  HYMN. 

Tune— -Cliff. 

Cak  you  tell  me  what  ship  is  a  going  for  to  sail  ? 

Oh,  glory,  hallelujah. 
Yes,  the  old  ship  of  Zion. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  what  is  her  captain's  name? 
King  Jesus  is  her  captain. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  what  rules  they  have  on  board? 
Oh,  it  is  loving  one  another. 

Hallelujah. 

Do  you  think  she  is  well  built?  and'her  timbers,  are 

they  strong? 
Why  she's  built  of  gospel  timber. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  what  cargo  she  has  on  board? 
Yes,  she  is  full  of  happy  Christians. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  the  port  to  which  she  ia  bound! 
She  is  bound  for  the  port  of  glory. 

Hallelujah. 


72  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Can  you  tell  me  the  fare  that  her  passengers  must 

pay? 
Oh,  the  king  has  paid  the  passage. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  the  flag  that  is  flying  at  her  mast? 
Oh,  it  is  the  bleeding  Lamb. 

Hallelujah. 

Do  you  think  she'll  be  able  to  land  her  crew? 
Oh,  she  has  landed  many  a  thousand. 
Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  what  is  her  compass  and  chart? 
God's  word  and  Holy  Spirit. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  how  long  she  has  sail'd  life's  sea? 
Nearly  six  thousand  ages. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  who  will  steer  through  the  harbor  of 

death  ? 
Oh,  the  Savior  is  the  pilot. 

Hallelujah. 

Let  the  wind  blow  high,  or  the  wind  blow  low, 
'Trs  a  pleasant  sail  to  Canaan. 

Hallelujah. 

Can  you  find  us  a  place  if  we  come  on  board? 
Oh,  we  Ve  room  for  countless  millions. 
Hallelujah. 

Can  you  tell  me  if  this  ship  any  pirates  ever  meets? 
Oh,  she  's  met  and  routed  hundreds. 
Hallelujah. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  73 

Can  you  tell  me  if  her  sailors  will  get  their  bounty 

money?  • 

Yes,  an  everlasting  pension. 

Hallelujah. 
Altered  et  John  Stamp. 


THE  CHRISTIAN  SAILOR. 

Tune — The  Lord  of  Sunderland. 

I've  launched  my  bark  for  glory,  and  left  the  world 

behind, 
Determin'd  for  the  harbor  that's  out  of  sight  to  find; 
I've  left  my  worldly  pleasure,  likewise  my  worldly 

fame, 
I  Ve  left  my  old  companions,  and  with  them  my  good 

name. 
Chorus. — Sing  glory,  hallelujah,  O  glory,  hallelujah. 

My  sins  are  all  forgiv'n,  which  did  as  mountains  rise. 

My  title's  clear  for  heaven,  yon  country  in  the  skies; 

God's  saints  are  my  companions,  I  'm  bound  for  end- 
less day, 

And  though  the  storms  are  raging,  I'll  sail  along  the 
way. 

I'm  now  a  Christian  sailor,  one  of  the  noisy  crew; 
1  shout  when  I  am  happy,  and  that  I  mean  to  do; 
Some  say  I  am  too  noisy,  I  know  the  reason  why, 
And  if  they  felt  the  glory,  they'd  shout  as  well  as  I. 

They  sing  and  shout  in  heaven,  it  is  their  heart's  de- 
light, 

I  shout  wheu  I  am  happy,  and  that  with  all  my  might; 

I've  Jesus  Christ  within  me,  he's  turned  the  devil  out, 

And  when  I  feel  the  glory,  it  makes  me  sing  and 
shout.  7 


74  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

I'll  sail  o'er  life's  rough  ocean,  with  glory's  port 

view; 
And  Calvary's  royal  Pilot  will  steer  the  vessel  through  ; 
The  flag  of  victory's  hoisted  though  war  ships  they 

are  nigh, 
I  stand  beside  my  Captain  and  every  foe  defy 

The  port  of  glory's  open,  my  Master  calls  me  home, 
To  walk  the  golden  streets  of  the  New  Jerusalem; 
I'll  shout  o'er  death's  dark  river;  hut  when  I  join  the 

throng, 
For  ever  and  forever  I'll  roll  the  theme  along. 

Altered  by  John  Stamp. 


Jesus,  I  my  cross  have  taken, 

All  to  leave  and  follow  thee; 
Naked,  poor,  despis'd  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shall  be; 
Perish  every  fond  an  bition, 

All  I've  sought,  or  hop'd  or  known; 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own! 

Let  the  world  dispise  and  leave  me; 

They  have  left  my  Savior  too; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue; 
And  whilst  thou  shalt  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me- 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  hi  ight. 

In  thy  service  pain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor  loss  is  gain ; 
Go  then,  earthly  lame  and  treasure. 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain ; 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  75 

I  have  called  thee  Abba,  Father, 

I  have  set  my  heart  on  thee ; 
Storms  may  howl,  and  clouds  may  gather 

All  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast; 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  res*; 
O !  'tis  itot  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me, 
O!  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me, 

Were  that  joy  unmix'd  with  thee. 

Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation — 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care 
Joy  to  find,  in  ev'ry  station, 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear: 
Think  what  spirit  dwells  within  thee! 

Think  what  Father's  smiles  are  thine! 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee! 

Child  of  heav'n!  canst  thou  repine? 

Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Arm'd  by  faith  and  wing'd  by  pray'r; 
Heaven's  eternal  joy's  before  thee, 

God's  own  hand  shall  guide  thee  there: 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days — 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition, 

Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 


Like  a  ship,  see  the  Church,  through  the  ocean  she 

rolls, 
Shp's  freighted  with  grange,  and  well  mann'd  out  with 

souls! 


76  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

'Midst  whirlwinds  and  tempests,  she  sails  through  the 

world, 
While  storms  of  temptation  against  her  are  kurl'd. 

She's  bound  from  the  world,  through  the  tempest  she 

flies, 
She  mounts  o'er  the  billows,  is  bound  for  the  skies; 
While  ChrisJ  stands  at  the  helm,  no  danger  she'll 

fear; 
Her  captain  and  pilot  knows  which  way  to  steer. 

She  stops  not  to  anchor  in  harbors  below, 
But  o'er  life's  rough  billows  her  true  course  doth  go; 
The  highlands  of  heaven  she  still  keeps  in  view, 
Intends  there  to  anchor,  and  there  land  her  crew. 

While  hell  and  its  legions  around  her  do  roar, 
Like  waves  of  the  ocean,  that  break  on  the  shore, 
She  steers  her  course  onward,  nor  feels  she  alarm, 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  she  smiles  at  the  storm. 

The  ebb  tide  of  nature,  which  feeds  the  dead  sea, 
And  the  gulf  of  confusion,  do  both  agree, 
To  hinder  her  progress,  her  march  to  oppose, 
But  spreads  forth  canvass  and  outsails  her  foes. 

She's  hated  by  worldlings,  despis'd  by  fools 
Who  sail  the  black  sea, till  they  shipwreck  their  souls; 
She  kindly  invites  them,  their  course  to  bewail, 
Yet  tarries  not  for  them,  but  spreads  the  more  sail. 

She's  rapidly  sailing,  with  strong  gales  of  love; 
Will  soon  strike  soundings  on  the  fair  coast  above; 
Make  the  highlands  of  heaven,  and  enter  the  road, 
And  anchor  forever,  in  the  I&ngdom  of  God. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


Soon  will  our  suffering  time  be  o'er, 
When  we  shall  weep  and  sigh  no  more. 

Chorus — Roll  on,  roll  on,  sweet  moments  roll  on, 

And  let  these  poor  pilgrims  go  home,  go 
home ! 

Jesus  himself  shall  guide  our  way, 
'Till  safe  we  rest  in  endless  day. 

A  few  more  rolling  years  at  most, 
Will  land  us  safe  on  Canaan's  coast. 

From  sleeping  clay  and  beds  of  dust, 
Our  Jesus  will  call  home  the  just. 

Our  ransom'd  souls  shall  soar  away, 
To  praise  our  God  in  endless  day. 

When  landed  on  the  heavenly  shore, 
Death  and  the  curse  shall  be  no  more. 

And  when  we  Christ  in  glory  meet, 
Our  thrilling  hopes  will  be  complete. 

Then  shall  we  sing  the  song  of  grace, 
Safe  in  our  glorious  hiding  place. 

Each  soul  shall  feel  what  glories  shine 
In  our  Immanuel  all  divine. 

Fill'd  with  his  light,  and  life  and  joy 
Praise  shall  our  ev'ry  hour  employ. 


^8  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grie£ 

Hath  often  cross'd  me  on  my  way, 
Who  sued  so  humbly  for  relief, 

That  I  could  never  answer  nay; 
I  had  no  pow'r  to  ask  his  name, 
Whither  he  went  or  whence  he  came, 
Yet,  there  was  something  in  his  eye, 
That  won  my  love  I  know  not  why. 

Once  when  my  scanty  meal  was  spread, 
He  enter'd,  not  a  word  he  spake — 

Just  perishing  for  want  of  bread, 
I  gave  him  all,  he  bless' d  and  brake, 

And  ate,  but  gave  me  part  again; 

Mine  was  an  angel's  portion  then! 

And  while  I  fed  with  eager  haste, 

The  crust  was  manna  to  my  taste. 

I  spied  him  where  a  fountain  burst, 

Clear  from  the  rock,  his  strength  was  gone, 
The  heedless  water  mocked  his  thirst, 

He  heard  it,  saw  it  hurrying  on: 
I  ran  and  rais'd  the  sufferer  up — 
Thrice  from  the  stream  he  drain'd  my  oup, 
Dipp'd,  and  return'd  it  running  o'er, 
I  drank,  and  never  thirsted  more! 

'Twas  night.     The  floods  were  out;  it  blew 

A  wint'ry  hurricane  aloof, 
I  heard  his  voice  abroad,  and  flew 

To  bid  him  welcome  to  my  roof. 
I  warm'd,  I  cloth'd,  I  cheer'd  my  guest, 
Laid  him  on  mine  own  couch  to  rest: 
Then  made  the  earth,  my  bed,  and  seem'd 
In  Eden's  garden  while  I  dream'd. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  79 

Stripp'd,  wounded,  beaten  nigh  to  death, 

I  foinid  him  by  the  highway  side; 
I  rous'd  his  pulse,  brought  back  his  breath, 

Revived  his  spirit,  and  supplied, 
Wine,  oil,  refreshment;  he  was  heal'd — 
I  had  myself  a  wound  conceal'd — 
But  from  that  hour  forgot  the  smart, 
And  peace  bound  up  my  broken  heart, 

In  pris'n  I  saw  him  next  conderan'd 

To  meet  a  traitor's  doom  at  morn ; 
The  tide  of  lying  tongues  I  stemm'd, 

And  honor' d  him  'mid  shame  and  scorn; 
My  friendship's  utmost  zeal  to  try, 
He  ask'd  if  1  for  him  would  die! 
The  flesh  was  weak,  my  blood  ran  chill, 
But  the  free  spirit  cried,  "  I  will !  " 

Then,  in  a  moment,  to  my  view, 
Tne  stranger  started  from  disguise — 

The  tokens  in  his  hands  I  knew — 
My  Savior  stood  before  my  eyes! 

He  spake,  and  my  poor  name  he  named— 

'-'Of  me  thou  hast  not  been  ashanrd; 

These  deeds  shall  thy  memorial  be, 

Fear  not,  thou  didst  it  unto  me!" 


TREMENDOUS  TRUTH. 

Sin  is  the  living  worm,  the  lasting  fire, 
Hell  soon  would  lose  its  heat  could  sin  expire; 
Better  sinless  in  hell,  than  to  be  where 
Heaven  is,  and  to  be  found  a  sinner  there. 
One  sinless,  with  infernals  might  do  well, 
But  sin  would  make  of  heaven  a  very  hell. 
Look  to  thyself  and  keep  it  out  of  door,  • 
Lest  it  get  in  and  never  leave  thee  more, 


80  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

No  match  has  sin  but  God  in  all  the  world, 
Men,  angels  has  it  from  their  station  hurled, 
Holds  them  in  chains  as  captives,  in  despite 
Of  all  that  here  below  is  called  might, 
Release,  help,  freedom  from  it  none  can  give, 
But  even  he  by  whom  we  breathe  and  live. 

Watch,  therefore,  keep  this  giant  out  of  door, 
Lest  if  once  in,  thou  get  him  out  no  more. 

Fools  make  a  mock  at  sin,  will  not  believe 
It  carries  such  a  dagger  in  its  sleeve; 
How  can  it  be,  say  they,  that  such  a  thing, 
So  full  of  sweetness  e'er  should  wear  a  sting, 
They  know  not  that  it  is  the  very  spell 
Of  sin  to  make  men  laugh  themselves  to  hell. 
Look  to  thyself,  then,  deal  with  sin  no  more, 
Lest  he  that  saves,  against  thee  shut  the  door. 


THE  CROSS  OF  CHRIST. 

Behold  his  arms  extended  wide 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross; 
Behold  his  bleeding  hands  and  side, 

On  the  cross,  &c. 
The  sun  withholds  its  rays  of  light, 
The  heavens  are  clothed  in  shades  of  night, 
While  Jesus  doth  with  devils  fight, 

On  the  cross,  &e. 

Come  sirmer,  see  him  lifted  up 

On  the  cross,  &c. 
He  drinks  for  you  the  bitter  cup, 

On  the  cross,  &c. 
The  rocks  do  rend,  the  mountains  quake, 
While  Jesus  doth  atonement  make 
While  Jesus  suffers  for  our  sake. 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  81 

And  now  tho  mighty  deed  13  done 

On  the  cross.,  &c 
The  battle's  fought,  the  vict'ry  won, 

On  the  cross,  &c. 
To  heaven  He  turns  his  languid  eyes, 
"  'Tis  finished !"  now  the  Conqueror  cries, 
Then  bows  his  sacred  head  and  dies 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross. 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  glory, 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross, 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be, 
In  time  and  in  eternity, 
That  Jesus  tasted  death  for  me, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross. 

Let  every  mourner  rise  and  cling 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross. 
Let  every  Christian  come  and  sing, 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross. 
Then  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand, 
And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Declare  the  triumph  through  the  land 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross. 


Tune — Lov'd  ones  at  home. 

Far  over  Jordan's  rolling  river, 

Eternal  clay;  . 
There's  where  our  eyes  are  turning  ever, 

There's  where  the  angels  stay. 
All  through  this  vale  of  sin  and  sorrow, 

Patient  we  roam, 
Still  trusting  for  that  happy  morrow 
Bright  in  our  Father's  home. 


82  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

Chorus — All  our  heavy  load  sits  lighter 
Every  storm  wo  bide, 
Oh,  brothers,  how  the  way  grows  brighter, 
Near  to  the  Savior's  side. 

Far  from  his  tender  arms  benighted 

Dark  was  our  way, 
Still  every  precious  promise  slighted 

Where  could  the  spirit  stay  ? 
Down  at  the  foot  of  Calvary's  mountains, 

Pilgrims  we  come, 
There  may  we  in  that  purple  fountain 

Wash  in  our  Father's  home. 

All  our  heavy  load,  &c. 

One  loveJy  form  among  the  sainted, 

Heaven  within, 
Stands  on  our  vision  ever  painted, 

Stretched  on  the  cross  for  sin ; 
When  shall  we  hear  his  voice  commanding, 

Come  higher,  come; 
When  in  his  golden  courts,  be  standing, 

With  our  belov'd  ones  at  home. 

All  our  heavy  load,  &c. 


O  Christian!  will  you  go  with  me? 
P  m  bound  for  Canaan's  land  to  seo ! 

For  I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home,  to  die  no  more!     [Re- 
peat.] 

Our  Jesus  on  the  Cross  did  die, 
And  then  he  wont  to  reign  on  high. 

Our  Jesus  said,  poor  sinner,  come, 
And  from  my  side  no  longer  roam. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  83 

The  heavenly  doors  wide  open  stand, 
Up  yonder  in  my  Father's  land. 

I'll"  never  leave  the  union  band 
Until  I  reach  that  happy  land. 

I  do  believe,  without  a  doubt, 

That  Christians  have  a  right  to  shout. 


THERE  IS  A  FRIEND  ABOVE  ALL  OTHERS. 

Thee  re  is  a  friend  above  all  others, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
It  is  a  love  beyond  a  brother's, 

Oh !  how  he  loves!- 
Earthly  friends  may  fail  and  leave  us, 
This  day  kind,  the  next  bereave  us, 
But  this  friend  will  ne'er  deceive  us; 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 

Blessed  Jesus,  wouldst  thou  know  him? 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Give  thyself,  e'en  this  day  to  him; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
[s  it  sin  that  pains  ftnd  grieves  thee, 
Unbelief  and  trials  tease  thee? 
Jesus  can  from  all  release  thee; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 

Love  this  friend  who  longs  to  save  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Dost  thou  love;  he  will  not  leave  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Think  no  more  then  of  to  morrow, 
Take  his  easy  yoke  and  follow, 
Jesus  cnnie's  all  thy  sorrow; 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 


84  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

All  thy  sins  shall  be  forgiven, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Backward  all  thy  fears  be  driven ; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Best  of  blessings  he  '11  provide  thee, 
Naught  but  good  shall  e'er  betide  thee, 
Safe  to  glory  he  will  guide  thee, 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 

Pause,  my  soul  adore  and  wonder, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Naught  can  cleave  this  lovo  asunder; 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
Neither  trial  nor  temptation, 
Doubt  nor  fear  nor  tribulation 
Can  bereave  us  of  salvation, 

Oh,  how  ho  loves. 

Let  us  still  this  love  be  viewing, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
And  though  faint,  keep  on  pursuing, 

Oh,  how  he  loves! 
He  will  strengthen  each  endeavor, 
And  when  passed  o'er  Jordan's  river, 
This  shall  be  our  our  song  forever, 

Oh,  how  he  loves. 


Let  mo  me  go  my  soul  is  weary, 

Of  the  chains  which  binds  it  here, 

Let  my  spirit  bend  its  pinions 

To  a  brighter  holier  sphere. 

Earth  'tis  true  has  friends  who  bless  me, 

With  a  fond  and  faithful  love; 

But  the  arms  of  angels  beckon 

Mo  to  brighter  worlds  above. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  '  85 

Let  me  go ,  my  soul  has  tasted 

Of  my  Savior's  wondrous  grace, 

Let  me  go  where  I  shall  ever 

See  and  know  him  face  to  face, 

Let  me  go  the  trees  of  heaven, 

Rise  hefore  me  waving  bright, 

And  the  distant  crystal  waters, 

Flash  upon  my  feeble  sight.  • 

Let  me  go  for  earth  hath  sorrows, 
Sin  and  pain  and  bitter  tears, 
All  its  paths  are  dark  and  dreary, 
All  its  hopes  are  wrought  with  fears, 
Short,  lived  aro  its  cherished  flowers, 
Soon  its  brightest  flowers  decay,  ' 
Let  me  go  I  fain  would  leave  it, 
For  the  realms  of  cloudless  day, 

Let  me  go  for  song  seraphic, 
Now  seem  calling  from  the  skies, 
'Tis  the  welcome  of  the  angels, 
Which  to  me  seem  hovering  nigh; 
Let  me  go  they  wait  to  bear  me, 
To  the  mansions  of  the  blest, 
Where  the  spirit  worn  and  weary, 
Finds  at  last  its  long-sought  rest. 


I've  heard  of  a  country  o'er  London  it  lies, 

Where  the  finally  faithful  forever  repose, 

Where   the  wayworn  and  weary  from  labors  shall 

cease, 
And  joys  all  immortal  forever  increase. 

Tis  said  in  that  country  no  sorrow  e'er  reigns, 
No  bosom  with  ^riof  heaves  and  felt  are  no  pains, 

8 


86  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

No  tears  ever  shed  there,  or  e'er  heard  a  grown, 
A  land  of  great  plenty  where  wants  are  unknown. 

This  side  of  a  river  we've  much  to  endure, 
Our  conflicts  are  many  our  lives  insecure, 
But  glory  to  Jesus  our  captain  and  king, 
Has  promised  the  faithful  to  glory  he'll  bring. 

By  faith  I  look  over  the  river  and  see, 
There  are  friends  von  that  shore  that  are  dear  unto  me, 
They  seem  to  say  come  you  have  nothing  to  fear, 
Your  trials  are  over  when  once  anchored  here. 

You  have  friends  in  that  country  most  dear  to  your 

heart. 
Do  you  not  want  to  meet  them  where  friends  never 

part  ? 
Then  start  in  a  moment  no  longer  delay, 
While  you  stop  to  consider  the  night  ends  the  day. 

There's  Wesley  immortal  has  long  since  passed  o'er, 
And  the  king  of  that  land  welcomes  him  to  that* shore, 

0  hear  him  exclaim  as  he  lisps  a  farewell, 
God  is  with  me,  I  am  going  to  glory  to  dwell. 

Here's  Whitfield  and  Fletcher,  passed  o'er  in  advance, 
And  Abbott  and  Nelson  looked  out  for  a  chance. 
Of  late  A.  Makindred  has  outrode  the  swell, 
While  the  sound's  wafted  back  on  the  breeze,  All  is 
well. 

1  too  have  a  mind  to  embark  for  that  shore, 
If  when  I  once  anchor  my  perils  are  o'er, 

So  fare  you  well  neighbors  and  kindreds  adieu, 
I'm  board  old  ship  Zion  and  sail  with  her  crew. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


87 


FIELD  OF  BATTLE. 

Lift  your  standard,  lift  it  high, 
Raise  the  Christian  battle  cry, 
Christ  your  glorious  leader  nigh , 
Calls  aloud  to  you. 


Once  our  fathers  freedom  cried, 
Victory  or  death  betide. 
But  with  Jesus  on  our  side, 

Death  and  victory  too. 

There  to  die,  the  battle  won, 
There  to  fuel  the  warfare  done, 
Glory  brighter  than  the  sun, 

Than  our  promised  due 


Chorus. 


Chorus. 


Chorus. 


Glorious  thus  for  Christ  to  die, 
And  with  Christ  to  reign  on  high, 
There  with  victor  hosts  to  cry, 

Christ  has  brought  us  through. 

Chorus. 

Chrtet  our  captain's  name  wo  boast, 
Quells  the  dark  Satanic  host, 
Fall  we  then  each  at  his  post; 
Fall  as  Christians  do. 

Chorus  • 


Come  ye  that  love  the  Lord  indeed, 
Who  are  from  sin  and  bondage  freed, 
Submit  to  all  the  ways  of  God, 
And  walk  the  narrow  happy  road. 


88  SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 

Great  tribulation  you  shall  meet, 
But  soon  shall  walk  the  golden  sVreet; 
Tho'  hell  may  rage  au<l  vent  its  spite, 
Yet  Christ  will  save  his  heart's  delight. 

That  happy  day  will  soon  appear, 
When  Gabriel's  trumpet  you  shall  hear, 
Sound  through  the  earth,  yea  down  to  hell, 
To  call  the  nations  great  and  small. 

Behold  the  earth  in  burning  flames, 
The  trumpet  loudly  still  proclaims, 
The  world  must  come  and  hear  her  doom. 
The  separation  now  is  come. 

Behold  the  righteous  marching  home, 
The  angels  smile  and  bid  them  come, 
While  Christ  the  judge  their  joy  proclaims, 
Here  comes  my  saints,  I  own  their  names. 

Ye  everlasting  gates  fly  wide, 
Make  ready  to  receive  my  bride, 
Ye  harps  of  heaven  sound  aloud, 
Here  comes  the  purchase  of  my  blood. 

In  grandeur  see  the  royal  line, 
Whose  glitt'ring  robes  the  sun  outshine, 
While  saints  and  angels  join  in  one, 
And  march  in  splendor  to  the  throne. 

Then  stand  in  wonder  and  look  on, 
They  join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Their  great  Redeemer  to  admire, 
While  rapture  sets  their  souls  on  fire. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS. 


"TRUST  IN  GOD  AND  PERSEVERE." 

Brother,  is  life's  morning  clouded? 

Has  the  sun-light  ceased  to  shine? 
Is  the  earth  in  darkness  shrouded? 

Would'st  thou  at  thy  lot  repine? 
Cheer  up,  brother! — let  thy  vision 

Look  above — see!  light  is  near: 
Soon  will  come  the  next  transition — 

"Trust  in  God  and  persevere!" 

Brother,  has  life's  hope  receded? 

Hast  thou  sought  its  joys  in  vain  ? 
Friends  proved  false  when  mostly  needed, 

Foes  rejoicing  at  thy  pain? 
Cheer  up,  brother! — there's  a  blessing 

Waiting  for  thee — never  fear; 
Foes  forgiving,  sins  confessing, 

"Trust  in  God  and  persevere!" 

Brother,  all  things  round  are  calling, 

With  united  voice — "Be  strong!" 
Though  the  wrongs  of  earth  be  galling, 

They  must  lose  their  strength,  ere  long, 
Yes,  my  brother,  though  life's  troubles, 

Drive  thee  near  to  dark  despair, 
Soon  'twill  vanish  like  a  bubble — 

"  Trust  in   God  and  persevere ! " 

He,  From  his  high  throne  in  heaven, 

Watches  every  step  you  take; 
He  will  see  each  fetter  riven, 

Which  your  foes  in  anger  make; 
Cheer  up,  brother — he  has  power 

To  dry  up  the  bitter  tear; 
And  though  darkest  tempest  lower, 

"Trust  in  God  and  persevere!"  8* 


90  SPIRITUAL  SOtfGS. 

Brother,  there's  a  quiet  slumber 

Waitiug  for  thee  in  the  grave ; 
Brother,  there's  a  glorious  number, 

Christ  in  mercy  deigns  to  save, 
Wait  then,  till  life's  quiet  even, 

Closes  round  thee,  calm  and  clear; 
And,  till  called  from  earth  to  heaven, 

"  Trust  in  God  and  persevere !  " 


THE  MERCY  SEAT. 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 
From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat; 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy  seat. 

There  is  a  place,  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads; 
A  place  than  all  besides  more  sweet, — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy  seat. 

There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend, 
Where  friend  holds  fellowship  with  friend ; 
Though  sunder'd  far,  by  faith  they  meet, 
Around  one  common  mercy  seat. 

Ah !  whither  could  we  flee  for  aid, 
When  tempted,  desolate,  dismay'd  ? 
Or  how  the  hosts  of  hell  defeat, 
Had  suffering  saints  no  mercy  seat? 

There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more; 
And  heaven  comes  down  our  souls  to  greet, 
While  glory  crowns  .the  mercy  scat. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  91 


FOR  VICTORIOUS  FAITH. 

O  For  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 

Though  presed  hy  every  foe. 
That  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink, 

Of  any  earthly  wo : — 

That  will  not  murmur  or  complain 

Beneath  the  chast'ning  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain, 

Will  lean  upon  its  God ; — 

A  faith  that  shines  more  bright  and  clear 

When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 

In  darkness  feels  no  doubt ; 

That  bears,  unmoved,  the  world's  dread  frown, 

Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile ; 
That  seas  of  trouble  can  not  drown, 

Or  Satan's  arts  beguile ; — 

A  faith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled, 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 

Illumes  a  dying  bed. 

Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll  taste,  e'en  here,  the  hallow'd  bliss 

Of  an  eternal  home. 


92  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 


SEEKING  REST  FOR  THE  SOUL. 

O'er  mountain  and  hill  I  wandered  alone, 
Alone  in  the  valley,  far  distant  from  home; 
Alone  in  the  valley  my  soul  sought  for  rest, 
The  dew  it  was  falling,  all  nature  was  bless'd. 

I  asked  the  forest,  the  oak  and  the  pine; 
These  all  were  beautious,  majestic,  sublime, 
1  asked  the  Lilly,  the  violet,  the  rose. 
But  could  not  find  place  for  my  soul  to  repose. 

I  asked  the  ocean,  a  voice  from  the  waves, 
It  spake  of  its  powers,  no  one  there  to  save, 
I  asked  the  planets,  both  Venus  and  Mars, 
The  sun  and  the  moon,  and  the  rest  of  the  stars. 

These  spake  of  their  brightness,  'twas  always  the 

same, 
They  told  of  their  maker,  I  asked  his  name; 
His  name  it  was  Jesus,  in  him  there  is  rest, 
All  people,  all  nations,  in  him  they  are  bless'd, 

1  sought  then  to  find  him,  but  could  not  tell  where; 
I  thought  of  the  garden,  that  once  happy  pair, 
In  the  garden  of  Eden,  I  then  did  inquire, 
The  promise  was  given,  but  he  was  not  there. 

I  asked  the  patriarchs,  they  told  of  his  day, 
I  asked  the  prophets,  they  showed  me  the  way, 
I  asked  the  shepherds,  they  told  of  his  birth, 
Old  Simeon  and  Anna,  they  witnessed  the  truth. 

I  then  sought  to  find  him,  but  no  trace  could  I  find, 
At  length  I  was  told  he  was  healing  the  blind; 
I  was  wounded,  was  bruised,  was  sick  and  was  sore, 
1  sought  then  to  find  him,  but  cared  for  no  more. 


SPIRITUAL  SONGS.  93 

My  soul  took  new   courage,   a   thought   struck   my 

mind; 
My  Jesus,  my  Savior,  I  now  soon  shall  find, 
J  said  I  shall  find  him,  and  I  will  tell  you  how, 
I'll  follow  to  Calvary,  to  that  rugged  brow. 

There  was  ene  there  who  told  me,  your  time  will 

be  lost, 
He  is  dead,  he  is  dead,  he  died  on  the  cross, 
He  is  dead,  he  is  buried,  he  lies  in  the  grave, 
There  is  no  one  to  pity,  there  is  no  one  to  save. 

I  stood,  and  I  wept,  then  I  wiped  off  the  tears, 
I  looked,  and  behold,  my  Savior  was  near, 
He  smiled,  and  lie  told  me,  to  me  then  he  said, 
I  have  risen,  I  've  risen,  I  rose  from  the  dead. 

He  showed  me  his  hands,  his  feet,  and  his  side; 
He  smiled,  and  he  told  me  for  you  I  have  died; 
I  died  to  redeem  you,  I  saw  it  was  best, 
I  then  shouted  glory,  my  soul  was  at  rest. 

I  'm  now  on  my  journey  to  mansions  above; 
My  soul's  full  of  glory,  of  life,  light,  and   love, 
I  'm  now  on  my  journey  to  the  land  of  my  rest, 
[  soon  shall  see  Jesus,  and  reign  with  the  blcss'd. 

Lewis  J.  Cooper. 


A  Little  longer  here  below, 

Glory,  glory,  glory, 
And  home  to  glory  we  shall  go, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 

I  want  to  go,  I  want  to  go, 
I  want  to  go  to  glory, 

The  reason  why  1  want  to  go 
To  give  to  Jesus  glory! 


94  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

There's  so  many  trials  here  below, 
They  say  there's  Done  in  glory. 

And  when  we  stand  on  that  blest  shore, 

Glory,  glory,  glory, 
We'll  shout  the  praises  evermore, 

And  give  to  Jesus  glory. 


PERSEVERENCE  OF  THE  SAINTS. 

Oh  !  don't  turn  back,  preachers,  don't  turn  back, 
There's  a  starry  crown  in  Heaven  for  you,  if  you 
don't  turn  back. 
Repeat. 

Oh !  don't  turn  back,  brothers,  don't  turn  back, 
There's  a  golden  harp,  in  Heaven,  for  you,  if  you 
don't  turn  back. 
Repeat. 

Oh !  don't  turn  back,  sisters,  don't  turn  back, 
There's  a  long  white  robe,  in  Heaven  for  you,  if  you 
don't  turn  back. 
Repeat. 

Oh !  don't  turn  back,  classmates,  don't  turn  back, 
There's  palms  of  vict'ry  in  Heaven  for  you,  if  you 
don't  turn  back. 
Repeat. 

Oh!  don't  turn  back,  children,  don't -turn  back, 
There's  golden  slippers  in  Heaven  for  you,  if  you 
don't  turn  back. 
Repeat. 

Oh!  don't  turn  back,  fathers,  don't  turn  back, 
There's  eternal  life  in  Heaven  for  you,  if  you  don't 
turn  back. 
Repeat. 


SPIRITUAL    SONGS.  05 


A  SONG  FROM  REVELATION. 

The  book  of  Revelation 

God  hath  to  us  revealed ; 
The  mystery  of  salvation, 

In  the  book  of  seven  seals. 

Chorus— O,  look  away,  look  away,  look  away  to 
Bethlehem, 
My  Lord,  look  away,  look  away  to  Bethle- 
hem. 

And  to  the  church  in  general, 

This  mystery  is  sent, 
And  teaches  every  nation, 

That  they  must  all  repent. 

O  look  away. 

The  way  this  book  was  opened, 

John  plainly  doth  inform; 
TJie  Law  of  God  was  broken, 

A  Savior  must  be  born. 

O  look  away. 

For  justice  hath  a  legal  claim, 

On  what  the  law  demands; 
Unless  a  Savior  is  ordained, 

The  criminal  must  be  damned. 
O  look  away. 

There  was  a  search  in  Heaven, 

And  in  the  earth  around, 
John  stood  in  sorrow,  hoping, 

A  Savior  might  be  found. 

O  look  away. 


90  SPIRITUAL    SONGS. 

And  while  John  stood  a  weeping, 

He  heard  an  elder  say, 
The  voice,  it  was  beseeching 

For  him  to  look  that  way. 

O  look  away. 

He  looked  towards  the  bright  throne, 

His  looking  did  not  fail, 
He  saw  the  lovely  Lamb  of  God, 

Who  surely  did  prevail. 

O  look  away. 

Who  took  the  book  from  his  Father's  hand, 

And  opened  every  seal, 
Ai»d  gave  stern  justice  his  demand ; 

His  people  he'll  redeem. 

O  look  away. 

And  when  he  took  his  mission, 

Like  thunder  it  was  heaad, 
To  better  man's  condition, 

In  Bethlehem  appeard. 

O  look  away. 

John  saw  the  Heavens  open, 

The  eonquerer  riding  down, 
He  looked,  and  Lo,  white  horses, 

And  riders  following  on. 

O  look  away. 

If  yon  want  to  know  the  Conquerer's  name 

It  is  the  word  of  God, 
His  eye  is  like  a  burning  flame, 

He  is  the  Lord  of  Lords. 

O  look  away. 


CONTENTS. 


A  little  longer  here  below, ....  39 

A  poor  wayfaring  man  of  grief, 78 

A  song  from  revelation, 95 

A  better  country, 65 

Address  to  sailors 37 

All  hands  on  board, 32 

And  the  house  of  the  Lord, 42 

Babylon's  fallen, 63 

Behold  his  arms  extended  wide, 80 

Beggar,  The, 31 

Brother,  is  life's  morning  clouded? 89 

By  faith  I  see  my  Savior  dying, 42 

Can  you  tell  me  what  ship  is  going, •••  71 

Canaan  traveller,  The, 38 

Christain  sail  ?r,  The, 73 

Christ  feeding  the   multitude, 40 

Christ  the  Rock, 44 

Comp  all  my  dear  brethren, 23 

Come,  angels,  seize  your  harps  of  gold 46 

Come,  parents,  children,  bond  and  free, 17 

Come,    poor  guilty,  anxious  mourners, 53 

Come,  soldiers,  can't  you  arise  and  tell, 40 

Come,  thou  who  didst  turn  the  water  to  wine, 18 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Lord,  indeed, 87 

Cross  of  Christ,  The, 80 

Cross,  The, 56 

De  poor  aegro  he  will  go, 19 

Faith  viewing  the  crown, 22 

Far  over  Jordan's  rolling  river, 81 


98  CONTENTS. 

Page. 

Field  of  battle, 87 

For   victorious   faith, 81 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows, 90 

God  is  love, 67 

Gospel  life  boat,  The, 31 

Gospel  Ship,    The, 25 

Gospel  Ship,   The, 51 

Hail  the  day  so  long  expected, 63 

Heavenly  Shout, 47 

Hosannah, 59 

How  prone  are  professors 50 

Hymn  for  a  revival, •  •  •  52 

I  have  become  a  beggar, ,.,.... 31 

Iu  seasons  of  grief  to  my  God, 44 

I've  heard  of  a  country,  o'er  Jordan  it  lies, 85 

I've  launched  my  bark  for  glory, 73 

Jesus  Christ  is   now   amongst  us, 52 

Jesus,  I  my  cross   have  taken, 74 

Like  a  ship,  the  church, ; 75 

Lot's  wife, . . , 50 

Look  to  the  cross, 53 

Marriage  of  Cana,  The, * 18 

Mercy  seat,  The, , 90 

Mercy's  free, .' 27 

Mercy's  free, 42 

My  friends  and  hearers,  all  adieu, 45 

Negro  Song, 18 

Negro  walk  the  golden  street, 18 

Noah's   ar.k, 24 

O  Christian,  will  you  go  with  me? 82 

()  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink, 91 

O'er  mountain  and  hill  1  wandered  alone, 92 


CONTENTS  90 

Page. 

Oli,  how  ho  loves, 38 

Oh,  don't  turn  hack,  preachers,  don't  turn  hack, 94 

Perseverance  of  the  saints, 94 

Poor  Christian,  look  up  to  the  joys  set  before  thee, ....  29 

Praise  God  for  what  he's  done  for  me, 29 

Pray,  what  is  the  reason 47 

Preacher's  farewell  hymn, • 45 

Renounce  your   old   master, 37 

Sailing   to  glory, 54 

Says  faith,  look  yonder, 22 

See  Israel  in  the   wilderness, 59 

Seeking  rest  for  the  soul, 92 

Ship  Safety,  hound  for   Canaan, 32 

Ship   Safety,  The, 23 

Signers,  come,  let's  fly  to  Jesus, 38 

Sin  is  the  living  worm  the  lasting  fire, 79 

Song  of  the  pious  slave, 20 

Soon  will  our  suffering  time  be  orer, 77 

Soldier's  hymn, 40 

Sol  lier's  hymn, 41 

Swellings   of  Jordan, 29 

Sweet  Prayer 28 

The  book  of  revelation, 95 

The  Gos^M  ship  is  sailing, 26 

The  Gos{)CTsbip  she  is  in   sail, ." 51 

The  Savior  lai  1  his  crown  aside, 5G 

The  multitude  is  going  away, 40 

The  old  ship  of  Zion, 71 

There  is  a  friend  above  all  others — O  how  he  loves, . .  S3 

There  is  a  better  world  on  high, 65 

Trust  in  God  and  persevere, 69 

We're  outward  bound, , 32 

We're  toweling  home  to  heaven   above, 6S 

We're  sailing  to  a  better    world, 54 

What's  the   news, ,  £7 


100  CONTENTS. 

Fage. 
What  sound  is  this  through  heaven  resounding?. . . .   36-67 

What  wondrous  love  is  this? 64 

What  is  this  that  rises, .' 27 

What  vessel  are  you  sailing  in, 25 

When  torn  is  the  bosom, 28 

When  I  dwelt  down  in  Egypt's  land, 21 

Whene'er  we  meet  you  always  say, 57 

Will  you  come  to  the  banquet   of  Jesus's  love, 48 

Will  you  go? , 68 

Ye  soldiers  of  Jesus, t 41 

Ye  sons  of  the   main, 37 

Ye  vain  wordly  pleasures, 35 

You  all  are  invited  with  Christ  to  embark, 24 


TRIALS  AND  TRIUMPHS 

IN  THE  LIFE  OF  G.  W.  HENRY,  (FAMILIARLY  KNOWN  AS  BLIND 
HENRY,)  OR,  TRAVBLS  IN  EGYPT,  TWILIGHT  AND  BEULAH,  BY 
A  BLIND  MAN.  16  MO.  MUSLIN,  PLAIN,  50  CENTS  ;  MOROC- 
CO,   GILT    EDGES  AND  SIDES,  75  CENTS. 

Mr.  Henry  has  been  for  many  years  entirely  blind,  but  he  has  writ- 
ten a  very  interesting  autobiography.  "We  like  his  book  much,  and 
like  the  man  more.  His  blindness  causes  no  murmuring,  no,  not  any ; 
on  the  contrary,  it  is  made  a  subject  of  devout  thanksgiving.  The  au- 
thor regards  the  loss  of  his  sight,  and  the  death  of  some  of  his  children 
as  being,  in  the  hands  of  God,  the  means  of  his  salvation.  And  such 
is  the  fullness  of  his  joy,  and  the  strength  of  his  faith,  that  he  blesses 
the  rod  by  which  Heaven  chastised  him  into  obedience.  Never  have 
we  seen  more  perfect  resignation  under  trials.  It  is  even  more  than 
resignation  ;  it  is  triumph  and  victory  over  the  greatest  calamities. — 
Korihei*n  Christian  Advocate. 

The  book  is  well  got  up,  and  affords  abundant  instruction  to  those 
who  wish  to  learn  the  vanity  of  the  world  and  the  sustaining  power 
of  religion  in  the  deepest  afflictions.  Brother  Henry's  experience  is 
clear  and  instructive. — Advocate  of  Holiness. 

We  have  read,  with  lively  interest  and  much  profit,  Br.  G.  W.  Hen- 
ry's life,  entitled  "Travels  in  Etrypt,  Twilight  and  Beulah,  by  a  blind 
man."  We  know  of  no  biography  that  sells  more  readily,  or  that  is 
read  more  eagerly  by  almost  every  class  of  people,  than  tins  little  vol- 
ume. We  therefore  take  pleasure  in  recommending  it,  and  hope  it 
may  find  its  wayinto  every  colporteur's  basket;  and  we  believe  it  will 
be  productive  of  great  good  to  all  by  whom  it  is  read. 

B.  I.  Ives, 

E.  P.  Williams, 

J.  T.  Weight. 

Extract — "My  dear  reader,  I  do  not  ask  you  to  pause,  and  drop  a 
sympathizing, tear;  no,  I  ask  you  to  rejoice  with  me.  Do  not  call 
death,  poverty,  and  blindness,  enemies,  for  I  certainly  number  them 
among  my  dearest  friends.  They  were  not  my  Saviour,  it  is  true ; 
but  they  were  sent  by  a  kind  Father  to  lead  me  to  my  Saviour,  and 
to  perpetual  peace  and  joys  immortal. 


CHAPTER   XXV. 

In  the  fall  of  1848,  Rev.  Jesse  Penfield  being  about 
to  close  up  his  labours  on  this  circuit,  God  put  it  into 
his  heart  to  raise  a  Methodist  chapel  in  Frankfort. 


288  TRIALS    AND  TRIUMPHS  IN  THE 

To  all  appearance  this  might  have  staggered  the 
faith  of  Abraham ;  but  with  God  impossible  things 
become  possible.  The  attempt  was  made,  and  in 
February,  1849,  a  beautiful  brick  church  was  dedi- 
cated to  Almighty  God,  by  Rev.  B.  J.  Diefendorf,  then 
presiding  elder  on  that  district.  A  protracted 
meeting  was  then  commenced  in  the  Baptist  and 
Methodist  Churches.  The  battle  now  began  in  good 
earnest;  the  powers  of  darkness  gave  way,  and  a 
glorious  revival  followed  in  both  Churches.  Frank- 
fort in  a  measure  seemed  to  be  redeemed.  O  how 
good  it  is  to  hold  on  to  the  arm  of  the  Lord  and 
wait  patiently  for  him !  The  blind  man's  cottage 
could  not  now  hold  a  tenth  part  of  the  lovers  of 
prayer-meetings,  where,  for  six  years  previous,  they 
would  not  average  ten  persons,  including  all  denom- 
inations. I  was  deprived  of  hearing  the  dedication 
sermon,  as  duty  and  affection  kept  me  by  the  bed- 
side of  my  suffering  companion  ;  but  in  the  evening 
I  had  the  happiness  of  listening  to  brother  Wyatt. 
His  subject  was  the  great  feast  which  God 
had  prepared  for  the  souls  of  them  that  love  him. 
I  will  assure  you  I  opened  my  mouth  wide  as  the 
Lord  had  commanded  me,  and  my  soul  partook 
heartily  of  the  solids  as  well  as  the  fluids  that  faith 
saw  plainly  spread  out  before  me, — not  only  fit 
things  full  of  marrow,  but  wine  as  pure  and  efferves- 
cent as  that  drawn  from  the  water-pots  at  the  wed- 
ding in  Galilee.  As  1  arose,  after  the  sermon,  to 
express  my  gratitude  to  God  for  what  he  had  done, 


LIFE  OF  G.  W.  HENRY.  289 

and  what  he  was  about  to  do  for  sinners  in  Frank- 
fort, I  took  so  large  a  draught  of  this  wine  that 
I  reeled  and  fell  under  its  power;  and  I  have 
scarcely  drawn  a  sober  breath  since.  It  was  the 
same  kind  of  wine  that  the  disciples  drank  on  tho 
day  of  Pentecost,  when  they  were  accused  by  tho 
multitude  of  being  drunk.  Wine,  here,  is  a  symbol 
of  the  Holy  Spirit,  and  any  man  that  has  ever 
been  intoxicated  by  the  madeira  and  champagne 
of  this  world,  and  also  that  of  the  kingdom  of  grace, 
will  see  a  forcible  and  striking  similitude  between 
them.  It  is  with  shame  that  I  confess  that  I  have 
more  than  once  been  staggering  drunk  on  the  wine 
of  this  world.  But  I  rejoice  to  say  that  I  have  since 
that  time  drank  to  intoxication  of  that  which  flows 
from  Christ  the  living  vine.  Therefore  I  speak 
what  I  know  by  experience.  But  let  us  trace  the 
analogy  ;  and  to -make  it  plainer  permit  me  to  relate 
one  or  two  circumstances  of  my  shameful  experience 
while  dwelling  in  the  land  of  Egypt.  When  I  was 
engaged  in  business  at  the  South,  and  especially 
on  the  Alleghany  Mountains,  it  was  a  custom  for  the 
lawyers,  doctors,  engineers,  and  contractors,  and  a 
like  quality  falsely  called  gentlemen,  to  have  occa- 
sionally a  venison  dinner,  with  sumptuous  trim- 
mings and  sparkling  wines.  You  see  now,  at  two 
o'clock,  twenty  fashionable  well-dressed  men,  who, 
from  their  conversation  and  general  deportment, 
give  every  appearance  of  gentlemen  in  the  true 
sense  of  tho  word.      We  will   now   close   the  door 

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290  TRIALS  AND  TRIUMPHS  IN  THE 

upon  them,  and  at  six  o'clock  we  again  look  into 
the  dining  room.  They  are  all  there ;  but  their  or- 
der and  decorum  has  stepped  out,  and  confusion 
reigns  among  them.  One  man  is  standing  on  the 
tabk  spouting  Shakspeare ;  another  is  bragging  of 
his  wealth,  and  ostentatiously  displaying  his  bonds 
and  bank  notes ;  another  is  boasting  of  his  pedigree, 
his  noble  ancestry.  One  man  is  swearing  profanely ; 
another  laughing,  ready  to  split  his  sides  at  every 
silly  remark  he  hears.  By  his  side,  his  fellow  is 
crying,  and  no  one  knows  or  cares  about  the  cause. 
One  of  the  number  is  dancing  as  merrily  as  a  lord ; 
while  at  his  feet  lies  one  as  insensible  as  a  mummy. 

You  wonder  as  you  glance  at  these  men,  in  the 
midst  of  broken  glasses  and  upset  tables,  and  ask 
the  host  the  cause  of  this  great  change  wrought 
in  them  in  the  short  space  of  four  hours.  He 
will  tell  you  that  they  were  under  the  influence  of 
wine,  that  is,  they  were  filled  with  the  spirit  of 
wine.  You  will  ask  him  again  the  occasion  of  the 
different  conduct  exhibited  in  different  individuals. 
He  will  perhaps  tell  you  that  the  wine  affects  all 
people  equally,  but  no  two  alike;  and  that  the 
outward  demonstration  is  varied  according  to  the 
natural  bent  and  disposition  of  the  partaker. 

Reader,  please  take  my  arm,  and  go  with  me  to 
an  ancient  house  in  Jerusalem.  See  there  in  an 
upper  chamber  one  hundred  and  twenty  disciples, 
all  very  grave  and  sober  men  and  women.  Twelve 
of  them  are  the  chosen  apostles  of  Jesus.     Among 


LIFE  OF  G.  W.  HENRY.  291 

tbe  sisters,  is  Mary  the  mother  of  the  Saviour. 
They  are  quietly  praying  and  conversing  together. 
We  will  close  the  door,  and  after  three  hours,  or 
about  the  ninth  hour,  we  will  look  in  again  upon 
the  same  individuals.  How  are  they  now  ?  Are 
they  all  sitting  quietly  on  their  seats  ?  O,  no ! 
there  was  a  noise,  and  that  so  great,  so  loud  and 
strange,  that  it  was  heard  throughout  the  city :  so 
that  a  great  multitude  of  the  curious  gathered  about 
the  doors,  a^  they  have  often  done  on  similar  occa- 
sions. You  hear  now  not  only  one  individual,  but 
the  whole  congregation,  audibly  and  earnestly  talk- 
ing at  once,  and  in  fourteen  different  languages,  and 
the  sacred  historian  tells  us  that  they  were  all  talking 
of  the  wonderful  works  of  God,  and  that  they  were 
all  filled  with  the  Holy  Ghost ;  or  he  might  have 
said  they  were  filled  with  the  wine  of  the  kingdom. 
As  it  was,  the  scoffing  multitude  came  to  the  con- 
clusion that  they  were  all  drunk.  And  when  we 
turn  to  the  history  of  the  last  century,  and  read  of 
the  multitudes  that  shouted,  reeled,  staggered,  and 
fell  to  the  ground  as  dead  men  under  the  preaching 
of  a  Wesley,  Fletcher,  Whitefield,  Christmas  Evans, 
Abbott,  and  others,  and  add  to  that  our  own  experi- 
ence and  observation  for  the  last  ten  years  at  camp- 
meetings  and  other  places,  we  know  of  no  better 
conclusion  that  a  sober  dispassionate  unconverted 
multitude  could  arrive  at  than  to  say  they  were  all 
drunk ;  for  I  do  know  by  observation  and  experi- 
ence, that  the  outward  manifestations  of  the  two 


292  TRIALS   AND   TRIUMPHS   IX   THE 

kinds  of  wine  bear  a  striking  analogy;  and  I  do 
not  wonder  that  the  prophets  and  the  apostles  made 
choice  of  wine  as  a  symbol  or  comJTarison  to  illus- 
trate the  operations  of  the  Holy  Spirit.  But  Peter, 
standing  up,  denies  the  charge  of  their  being  drunk, 
and  then  goes  on  to  explain  to  the  multitude  the 
cause  of  the  noise  and  seeming  confusion.  lie 
might  have  said  it  was  estimate-day  or  pay-day; 
that  Jehovah  had  just  cashed  a  bond  which  he  had 
caused  to  be  executed  a  few  hundred  years  previous 
by  Jeremiah,  one  of  his  clerks ;  or,  in  the  language 
of  Scripture,  "I  will  pour  out  of  my  Spirit"  or 
wine  "  upon  my  servants  and  handmaids,  and  they 
shall  prophesy ;"  or,  in  other  words,  that  was  the 
set  day  when  more  than  three  thousand  new  bottles 
or  souls  should  be  filled  with  new  wine  or  the 
champagne  of  the  kingdom. 

So,  my  dear  long-faced,  sober-sided,  fault-finding 
reader,,  when  you  go  to  another  camp-meeting, 
where  five  hundred  of  God's  people  have  met 
together  with  one  accord  in  one  place,  and  you  see 
them  all  upon  their  knees,  calling  upon  their 
heavenly  Host  that  they  may  be  filled  with  the 
Spirit,  do  not  be  surprised  if,  after  a  while,  you  see 
brother  Henry  leaping,  laughing,  and  falling  down  ; 
another  shouting;  the  third  pointing  to  his  bonds 
and  mortgages  in  the  old  record,  and  telling  how 
rich  he  is ;  while  near  by  a  hoary-headed  old  father, 
with  patches  on  his  knees,  boasts  of  his  pedigree, 
tracing  his  ancestry  back  to  the  Ancient  of  Days, 


LIFE  OF  G.  W.   HENKY.  293 

producing  his  evidence  that  God  was  his  father  and 
Jesus  Christ  his  elder  brother.  At  a  little  distance 
you  will  see  a  good  sister  melted  into  tears,  while  a 
holy,  reverential  awe  broods  over  her  in  silence ;  by 
her  side  lies  one  insensible,  while  the  whole  five 
hundred  rejoice  together  in  hopes  of  the  glory  of 
God.  You  now  turn  and  ask  me  the  cause  of  all 
these  exhibitions  of  joy  ?  Permit  me  to  answer  you, 
in  the  language  of  your  bar-room  host :  "  They  are 
all  filled  with  the  Spirit." 

I  should  be  glad  if  I  had  space  to  make  a  few 
selections,  backing  up  this  truth,  not  only  from 
sacred  history,  but  also  from  the  history  of  the 
Church  during  modern  reformations.  But  I  must 
pass  them  by,  and  conclude  this  too  lengthy  chap- 
ter by  giving  you  two  recipes — one  that  will  effec- 
tually cure  you  from  fault-finding,  and  the  other  to 
cure  the  people  of  God  from  shouting.  They  are  a 
sovereign  remedy.  Perhaps  a  little  incident  in  my 
own  -experience  may  better  convey  my  meaning. 
About  the  year  1836,  while  living  in  Franklin 
County,  Pa.,  business  placed  me  in  a  stage-coach  to 
go  to  Harrisburg,  a  distance  of  about  forty  miles. 
About  twelve  o'clock  at  night  the  driver  stopped  at 
a  hotel  in  the  village  of  Carlisle,  a  few  rods  from 
Dickinson  College.  While  changing  horses  I  roused 
from  a  stupor,  and  half-awake,  and  not  very  good- 
natured,  went  into  the  bar-room,  where  at  once  my 
Acre  saluted  with  shouts,  songs,  speechifying, 
loud  laughter,  and  not  a  little  systematical  swearing. 


294  TRIALS  AND  TRIUMPHS  IN  THE 

The  noise  proceeded  from  a  large  parlour  in  a  dis- 
tant part  of  the  hotel.  I  well  understood  the  cause. 
I  suppose  it  was  something  like  the  noise  thai 
Moses  and  Joshua  heard,  as  they  came  down  froiL 
the  mountain,  from  a  certain  part}7,  dancing  and 
shouting  around  a  golden  calf.  But  I  had  not  beer 
there  long  before  the  parlour-door  opened,  and  it 
was  no  sooner  known  by  the  revellers  that  Captain 
Henry  was  in  the  house  than  a  fragment  of  the 
party  caught  me  by  the  collar,  and,  in  spite  of  all 
expostulations,  precipitated  me  into  the  midst  of  a 
party  of  drunken  collegiates  and  other  like  com- 
panions. Under  those  circumstances,  I  presume, 
I  felt  very  much  like  an  unconverted  man,  looking 
on,  while  the  power  of  God  is  displayed  like  a  tor- 
nado in  the  forest,  waving  one  tree  top  into  the 
arms  of  another,  and  occasionally  tearing  up  a 
stately  oak  by  the  roots,  bringing  it  headlong  to  the 
ground.  They  appeared  to  me  like  a  set  of  fools. 
Their  general  conversation  and  performance  seemed 
ridiculous  in  the  extreme.  The  stage  now  went  off 
without  me.  I  began  to  pour  down  the  wine,  and 
in  half  an  hour  I  could  laugh  and  make  speeches 
with  the  best  of  them.  I  saw  no  impropriety  in 
anything  that  was  going  on.  Here,  reader,  is  your 
recipe.  When  you  get  tired  of  hearing  your  breth- 
ren shout,  hearken  to  the  invitation  of  the  proph- 
et, to  come  and  buy  this  wine,  and  let  your  soul 
delight  itself  with  its  delicious  influences.  Let  your 
soul  be  filled  to  the  brim  with  this  pure  wine  of  the 


LIFE  OF  G.  W.  HENRY.  295 

kingdom ;  and  if  it  does  not  cure  your  croakiug 
and  fault-finding  about  the  brethren  and  sisters 
shouting  and  making  such  a  noise  and  confusion, 
you  may  set  it  down  for  a  certainty  that  you  have 
not  a  genuine  article.  The  second  recipe  is  an 
effectual  cure  for  shouting,  leaping,  falling  with  the 
power,  &c.  Take  a  quantity  of  backbiting,  croak- 
ing, idle  words,  superfluity  of  dress,  anger,  self- 
righteousness,  mix  them  well  together  in  a  powder, 
and  wash  it  down  with  a  hearty  draught  of  rum, 
brandy,  or  whisky,  and,  my  word  for  it,  you  will 
not  be  troubled  with  spiritual  ecstasy.  But,  before 
I  close  this  subject,  I  wish  to  say  I  can  tell  the  read- 
er by  experience — by  sad  as  well  as  joyous  experience 
— that  the  consequences  resulting  from  the  use  of 
the  two  articles  are  as  unlike  as  heaven  and  hell. 

The  wine  of  this  world  leaves  a  man  with  a 
headache,  heartache,  remorse  and  rags,  and  the 
finger  of  God  hath  written,  "No  drunkard  shall 
inherit  the  kingdom  of  God."  Consequently,  the 
undying  soul  will  dwell  forever  in  eternal  darkness 
with  distillers,  rumsellers,  hypocrites,  dogs  and 
sorcerers,  and  every  species  of  evil-doers.  While 
the  wine  that  flows  freely  from  Christ,  the  living 
vine,  will  give  peace,  like  a  river,  and  the  ultimate 
boon  will  be  glory,  honour,  immortality  and  eternal 
life  through  Jesus  Christ  our  Lord.  One  will  pro- 
cure for  you  the  torments  of  hell,  the  other  the  rest 
of  heaven.  Reader,  the  two  cups  are  before  you. 
May  God  help  you  to  make  a  wise  choice.     Amen. 


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